Good Morning Doctor! - Chapter 50
Accidents do terrible things to the body, but more often than not they bring out a courage and pluck in the character of the injured which is almost beyond belief.
In comparatively recent years I was called to take care of a little boy, about seven, who had fallen into a ditch-digging machine. The sharp shovels and grinding chains had mangled his small body and broken both legs and one arm.
I got into the reception room of the hospital a very short time after the child arrived, and was just in time to see one of the most touching incidents of my whole life.
The boy was half sitting, half lying on the davenport and by him sat his father, sobbing as though his heart would break. "Don't cry, Dad," the child said in a shaking voice. "It might have been worse."
In the long weeks of the losing battle that followed, the lad kept that attitude. When infection developed in those ugly cuts which had been ground full of dirt, and shock and internal hurts finally took his life, that little boy left for all of us a precious legacy: the great bravery of a tiny heart, a stoicism which had prompted him to reach over and pat his Dad's arm and say, "Don't cry, Dad."