I’ve been a doctor for nearly forty years; judging by the look of things, I knew that the boy’s chances of survival were very slim. In spite of that, however, I had him put in the ICU. He lay there quietly, an oxygen mask covering his face. Suddenly I knelt down and said an unusually earnest prayer. “I’m willing to die, but I hope You will preserve this boy,” I said to God. “The reason is simple: I‘m 65 years old. I’ve lived a full and comfortable life; now I’m ready to take my leave of this world. But this boy is only six! Please let him live. Let him enjoy what life has to offer.”
