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“She probably won’t make it,” the doctor said, when I was born. “If she does, she might not be ‘quite right’.”
According to my mother, she told him, “Then don’t take any extraordinary measures.”
Four strangers—who did take extraordinary measures—saved my life. What was it like? Watching their blood flow into a newborn in an incubator, knowing she could still die? I don’t even know their names. To pay it forward, my dad donated blood the rest of his life.
Never forget: The world is full of anonymous heroes. The darker it gets, the more candles they light.
