Fear gripped the doctor just as he was about to start an operation on a patient for a brain haemorrhage. In that second, flashbacks reminded him of the same procedure he had done previous on his own younger brother. Because of certain complications that arose, his brother died while in surgery, leaving the doctor devastated.
Sensing his distress, his mentor gave him leave to rest and mourn the death of his brother, instead, the doctor went into reclusion and guilt. He would not eat or sleep because he blamed himself for not saving but “killing” his own brother. Despite his mother telling him that she dreamt of his younger brother being in a better place, the doctor doubted, thinking that his brother was still angry with him and did not appear in his own dreams.
Days later, as the doctor and mother were leaving their house to head to their brother’s memorial, his eyes caught sight of a young chap playing at the basketball court. The boy looked exactly like his younger brother! Filled with curiously, he walked towards him. The basketball rolled over and the doctor picked it up, and was face to face with the teenager.
However, it was not his brother. The boy greeted the doctor by name, reminding the doctor that he had recently gone through a heart transplant surgery and he was one of the doctors who visited him. The boy further explained how grateful he was for the donor who gave him a new heart and mentioned that if he did not receive any, he would have died and not be as active to live life as he is now.
That was when the doctor realised that the boy’s heart was his younger brother’s. True to his younger brother’s nature for helping and serving the community when he was alive, he had requested that his organs were donated when he passed on. At that point, a tear ran down the doctor’s cheek. As he wiped that tear, he smiled, knowing that his younger brother’s legacy still lived on in many other people.
It was interesting that God spoke through a HK drama show two days back. The episode was a timely message as the last few days had been a time of grieving the loss of a dear brother and cell member, Mark. Just like the character in the show, there was a sense of guilt that more could have been done. But it was clear, that was not the thing to dwell on. Instead, it was about remembering him and his life.
Mark’s life was truly a testimony of God’s grace and hand at work. He showed me what it means to persevere through life and being an overcomer in Christ during his long recovery from his accident. He had a heart that was willing to serve and pray for others despite having weaknesses and failings. His actions spoke of his commitment to God and towards worshipping Him wholeheartedly. I never forgot the time he came up to me and prayed. It was not expected but it was truly humbling.
I thank God for knowing Mark and for the friendship and journey. While there are many other instance I could mention here, I decided I leave with this verse that struck a chord with me during this grieving period.
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.