After my accident,
I needed blood for surgery.
The doctors asked for two units,
but two hundred of my colleagues
were ready to donate.
The hospital staff said
the response was overwhelming.
I never knew there were so many
people who cared for me.
The blood bank overflowed with donors,
though I needed only two units.
The surgery was a success.
But my life became a disaster.
One day I was a healthy man
riding a motorcycle;
the next, I was confined
to a wheelchair.
Yet I have never forgotten
the generosity of those
who came to give me their blood.
Even after thirty-three years
in a wheelchair,
I still remember
the faces of most of them.
Their kindness strengthens my faith
in the goodness of humanity.
It gives me the strength to endure,
though every day is a struggle.
It reminds me that kindness survives,
even in the face of adversity.
