A Professor’s Word
In 1982, I was playing around with fellow NCC cadets in Mysore one morning, showing off rope-climbing tricks, when I heard a cracking sound from my left
arm. I knew immediately that the bone in my upper arm, weak from two previous fractures, was hit once again. Despite the intense pain, I came down the rope and promptly passed out.
An X-ray confirmed a fracture. The doctor said I needed surgery, and asked my family members to arrange for some O positive blood. But none of my family members present there had that group.
They soon reached out to people they knew, hoping to get the blood. My sister visited a friend but she had just made a donation. The two of them then went to a public telephone to call a regular donor who, too, turned out to have donated blood recently. Upset, my sister started crying at the telephone booth when a man standing by spoke. “Madam, I couldn’t help overhearing you. Please give me the patient’s name and bed number,” he said. “I’m O positive. I teach at the engineering college. I’ll try to bring some students too.”
Professor Kausthubhan was as good as his word. Soon afterwards, he came by with a student and donated blood. “Don’t worry, go ahead with your operation,” he said, visiting us in the ward. The next day, I underwent successful surgery.
Later, I visited his college to thank the professor, but he didn’t think he had done anything unusual. Inspired by his timely help, I started donating blood once I came of age and did so as long as my health permitted.
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