Emphasis Preaching Journal

A six-year-old girl who had become seriously ill needed a blood transfusion. She had a rare blood type, and her nine-year-
old brother happened to have the same type. But everyone was hesitant to ask the boy to donate the blood. Finally, the physician asked the boy, and he cheerfully responded, "Sure, I'll give my blood for my sister."
The boy closed his eyes on the bed as a pint of blood was taken from him. Soon the doctor came to thank the boy and told them he could go home now. The boy, with tears in his eyes, asked the doctor, "When do I die?"