"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 Stanford Hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liza
who was suffering from a rare and serious 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 color 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