A quiet morning, in a baby apple in Korea, there is a baby board architecture whose roof is covered by a zinc-zinc. It is an abode area abounding accouchement reside from their parents died in the war.
Suddenly the morning calmness was torn by the complete of adhesive shells that fell on the orphanage. The roof was destroyed by the blast, and pieces throughout the allowance so that brainy zinc makes a lot of orphaned accouchement were injured. There was a little babe blood-soaked by pieces of the foot, and about bankrupt his leg. He lay on the bits if found. Immediate aboriginal aid to accouchement orphaned and beatific anyone anon to the abutting hospital for help.
When the doctors and nurses arrived, they began to appraise the afflicted children. If the doctor saw the little girl, he accomplished that the advice is a lot of bare by the little babe as anon as the blood. He anon saw the drop files to see if there are accouchement who accept the aforementioned claret type.
Nurses who can allege the Korean accent began calling the names of accouchement who accept the aforementioned claret blazon with the little girl. A few account later, accepting calm the accouchement who accept the aforementioned claret type, doctor talking to a accumulation of accouchement and nurses to translate, "Is there a part of you who are accommodating to accord claret for this little girl?"
The accouchement looked frightened, but no one spoke. Once again, the doctor pleaded, "Please, if anyone a part of you who are accommodating to accord claret for your friends? Because if not he will die! "
Finally there was a boy in the rear aloft his duke and the assistant anon put him in bed to adapt for claret admixture process.
When the assistant aerial the boy's arm to apple-pie it, the boy began to get nervous.
"Relax," said the nurse. "It will not aching anyway."
Then doctors began inserting the needle, she began to cry.
"Does it hurt?" Asked the doctor.
But the boy was arrant even harder. "I've aching this boy," said the doctor had in apperception and try to abate the ailing boy to calm him, but to no avail.
After a while, the action of admixture has been completed and the doctor asked the assistant to ask the boy. "Does it hurt?"
The boy replied, "No, not sick."
Then why are you crying? "Asked the doctor.
"Because I'm so abashed to die," the boy kawab.
The doctor was astonished, "Why do you anticipate that you will die?"
With tears welling, the boy replied, "Because I anticipate to save him, I accept to accord all my claret ..."
The doctor could not say anything, again he asked, "And if you anticipate you'll die, why are you accommodating to accord blood?"
She said, sobbing. "Because he is my best friend, and I adulation him ...."
The boy knew that because he have to cede his love, but he is still accommodating to die to save a friend.
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