This story is stolen from a friend.
A family was coming home from a long trip together. They had been vacationing and as usual the parents were tired and the two boys in the back were fighting. As they reached the outskirts of town, a truck crossed the median, careening straight into their path. As the father slammed on the break, this truck only picked up speed and smashed directly into them. Everyone was rushed to the hospital with the two boys taking the brunt of the accident. One of the boys was badly injured and in need of a transfusion to live. The boy was typed and crossed for blood type and was found to have a very rare blood type, of which the hospital was completely out of. The mother and father were asked if their blood could be tested and they said, of course, whatever it took. Their blood was drawn and it was found that their blood did not match. In tears, they came to the son who was least injured. He was older by two years, about 9 years old. His blood was found to be a perfect match. His father came to him in tears and said, "your brother is dying and needs blood. You see, he explained to his son, blood is what everyone needs to be alive. You can give your brother your blood and he will live". The older brother looked up at his father and said, "I will do it". As the nurses hooked up the lines and began to draw off the blood from from the older brother, a tear formed in his eye and he began to weep. His father came to him and said, "everything will be okay" and stroked his head. A deep resolution was seen in his eyes and the older brother looked over at his younger brother and said, "It will be okay, I love you". Then, he looked up at his father and said, "When will I die?"
As I think about this story, it reaches a deep core and exposes the weaknesses I see in myself. If knowing that I would die, would I have given the blood/sweat/time/resources
Our time is short. Find a passion and live it fully with the expectation of a greater joy upon our death.
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