Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at Stanford Hospital, I became acquainted with a little girl named Liz, who was suffering from a rare disease. Her only chance of recovery seemed to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year-old brother. He had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to fight the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother and asked him if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a
moment before taking a deep breath and saying, “Yes, I’ll do it if it will save Liz.”
As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the
color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, “Will I start to die right away?” The young boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood.
That’s true love.