Chicken Soup for the Soul

I was reading through the abovenamed book the other day...came across something I thought was so sweet I wanted to share it with you all. No doubt some of you would have seen this but hey, it doesn't hurt to read it again.

"So you think I'm courageous?" she asked.
"Yes, I do."
"Perhaps I am. But that's because I've had some inspiring teachers. I'll tell you about one of them. Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at Standford Hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liza who was suffering from a rare disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her five-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 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 Liza'.
"As the transfusion progressed, he lay in a bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the colour 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?"
"Being young, the boy had misunderstood the doctor, he thought he was going to have to give her ALL his blood."
"Yes, I've learned courage," she added, "because I've had inspiring teachers."

Now isn't that just so friggin' lovely??