The Blood Transfusion
It’s a Wednesday night and you are at church when somebody runs in from the parking lot yelling, “Turn on a radio, turn on a radio!” And while the church… It’s a Wednesday night and you are at church when somebody runs in from the parking lot yelling, “Turn on a radio, turn on a radio!” And while the church listens to a little transistor radio with a microphone stuck up to it, the announcement is made: “Two women are lying in a Long Island hospital dying from a ‘mystery’ flu.” Within hours, it seems, this thing just sweeps across the country. People are working around the clock trying to find an antidote. Nothing is working! California, Oregon, Arizona, Florida, Massachusetts. It’s as though it’s just sweeping in from the borders. And then, all of a sudden, the news comes out. The code has been broken. A cure can be found. A vaccine can be made but, it’s going to take the blood of somebody who hasn’t been infected, and so, sure enough, all through the Midwest, through all those channels of emergency broadcasting, Everyone is asked to do one simple thing: Go to the nearest hospital and have your blood type taken. That’s all we ask of you. When you hear the sirens go off in your neighborhood, please
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