Just An Anecdote
Here's an anecdote told to my creative writing class last night. The teacher read it somewhere and whoever told it heard it from someone else and just tossed it out during an interview about writing.
An eight year old boy is told by his mother and father that his six year old sister has leukemia and is going to die if they can't find a good blood match for her. They explain to him that she needs good blood to replace her own blood in order to live, otherwise - she'll die in a short while. "So, with your permission, we'd like to have you tested to see if your blood would be a good match to replace hers." The boy replies after thinking about it for a little while, "Okay. I'll get tested." The test goes well and the parents tell him, "It looks like your blood IS a good match. The next thing we need is your permission to go ahead and do the transfusion. You'll be saving her life, son. This is a very important thing you'll be doing. But the boy says, "Let me think about it over night, please. I want to do it, I just need time to think." Fortunately, the next day he seems fine and more than willing to donate his blood to his sister. He gives his permission. The family sets out for the hospital and the boy lays down on the gurney and gets set up to have his blood taken. His sister is beside him. After a while, the doctor asks, "How are you feeling? We're almost done."
The boy asks, "Then why am I still alive?"
