Yesterday I met a cute little girl.. She is otherwise a normal kid, exception being that she has to care about something what most other kids of her age are least bothered about.. She is merely 8 years old and a Thalassemia patient.. Tell me.. How many of us do know about our hemoglobin level? Ask her, and she'll promptly reply.. She doesn't know what actually Hemoglobin means... But she knows it for sure that once her hemoglobin level drops below certain level, she'll have to be transfused blood once again.. Anyway, she needs blood transfusion every month.. And mind you, its a necessity not just for her well being, but for her survival!!!
Her mother comes to blood bank every month to get blood issued for her daughter and thus I've already met her mother for several times and thus helped her occasionally in getting the blood units.. And yesterday when the mother introduced me to the child telling her with an emotional expression that she (the child) is still alive just because of us, I rather felt uneasy.. You know.. Such a praise doesn't enlighten me, rather make me feel helpless.. Make me feel the pain they always carry!!!
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