decakIf you have forgotten what love is, read this short story and you’ll remember!


“So you think I’m brave?” – She asked.

“Yes, I think so.”

“Maybe I am. But it is because I have had wonderful teachers. I’ll tell you about one of them. Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at Stanford Hospital, I met a girl named Lisa, who suffered of one rare and serious disease. It turned out that the only possibility was transfusion of blood of her five years brother who managed to survive the same disease in some way, so that in his body created antibodies that can overcome this terrible disease.”

The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked him whether he wants to give blood to his sister. I saw that the boy, after only a moment, took a deep breath and said, ‘Yes, I’m ready if it will save Liza.’

While they performed a transfusion, he lay in bed next to his sister and he smiled. And we were smiling and watching the little girl how was getting better. Then his face became pale and he stopped smiling.  He looked at the doctor and asked in a quavering voice: “when I will start to die?’

Actually, the boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought that he will give his blood to his sister. Yes, I learned what courage is, because I had good teachers