There was once a young man who was studying to become a doctor. He spent the nights of his prime years sleepless with study and part-time work, with pain for a lost - his family - and pain of solitude which became an uninvited companion. He set these pains aside and focused on a goal - to save others, to prevent lost.
The years passed by like leaves falling from its tree as the seasons change. And finally, the day of his licensure exam came. All his hard work will be put to the test on that day and he was more than ready. But on that fateful day, something unfortunate happened. The train he was on crashed.
He woke up still on the train. He woke up to see that many had already died, but still many survived. Being the medical student that he is, he ran to those who were injured and almost dying, cared for them, and grieved for the life he wasn't able to save.
He woke up still on the train. He woke up to see that many had already died, but still many survived. Being the medical student that he is, he ran to those who were injured and almost dying, cared for them, and grieved for the life he wasn't able to save.
As the cries quieted and the confusion lifted, the survivors learned that they were trapped inside a tunnel. Both exits were blocked by huge rocks of concrete created from the broken walls and arch. Seeing that there is more to be saved than lose, the young student stood as leader among the mix of random strangers who barely know each other.
They gathered food and water and strove to survive. Waiting patiently for rescue, they were hopeful in the first two days. Bonds were formed and cheers of support gushed in. Two days were long enough but their situation was far from good inside the darkness. They grew weaker, more agitated, and more desperate as three more days passed. When all of their food and water were gone as it neared the sixth day, they were left hopeless. On the seventh day, the survivors no longer had the strength to stand.
The young student, well-aware of the inevitable fate awaiting him, took out a card. It was his "citizen's card". He asked a companion beside him for a pen. He encircled words at the back of the card. These words represented organs - body organs. He was donating his organs upon his death. And with a weak final stroke, he placed his signature and sealed the fate of his body.
The young student, well-aware of the inevitable fate awaiting him, took out a card. It was his "citizen's card". He asked a companion beside him for a pen. He encircled words at the back of the card. These words represented organs - body organs. He was donating his organs upon his death. And with a weak final stroke, he placed his signature and sealed the fate of his body.
In awe, the companion lying just beside him took out the same card, encircled the same words, and signed the card. Then one after another, the survivors took out their cards and did the same.
"You truly are amazing," said the companion, who in the seven days became his close friend.
With that being said, the young student smiled with a strange sense of serenity and he closed his eyes. And after a few moments, he finally gave in - lifeless.
Just mere seconds after, the blocked path rumbled and light, for the first time in seven days, peered through the tunnel. Shouts and machine noise came rustling in. Finally, rescue was there! But the light of day saw only the lifeless body of the brave and selfless student.
Witness to everything that just happened - the loss of a great man and the inspiring kindness that transcended death - the young man's companion, lying just beside him, grieves and shouts as the tears fall at the lifeless body of a random stranger just seven days ago.
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