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21 May

Over the weekend I was going through my writings from the last 15 months and came across this article from last May. As I reread it I was once again choked up with emotion and thought you too might enjoy reading it once more.


At least once a week I receive in my inbox a missive like the one below. Some tell wonderful stories that tug at our hearts, while others get us thinking about life in the 21st century. This is one that did both.


“Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy 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 her.” As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheek. 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”.


Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.” This is truly a story of generosity and love.


There was a time in our great nation when parents taught their children that they have a responsibility to not only their God, family and country, but also to those less fortunate than themselves. And so we learned charity.


There was a time in our great nation when parents taught their children to set aside their wants, needs and safety (even their very lives) for the greater good of our country. And so we learned sacrifice.


There was a time in our great nation when parents taught their children that some people may be different from us, but we are all God’s children deserving of respect and equality. And so we learned tolerance.


I don’t long to go back to the “good old days,” I lived through them, and in reality they weren’t all good. But I do long to go back to a time when “I” stood far behind “we”.


Isn’t it time for all of us to lay down ”our weapons of words” and find a way to join together for the benefit of all 330 million of us.


With Love,