I asked old Maud how she lost her husband. She told me her sad story.
"Well, he needed a blood t***sfusion, but his blood type was not on record,
so the doctors asked me if I knew what it was, as they urgently needed to
know, in order to save my Stan's life.
Tragically, I've never known his blood type, so I only had time to sit and
say goodbye.
I'll never forget how supportive my Stan was. Even as he was fading away,
he kept on whispering to me, "Be positive, be positive!"
That was my Stan. Always thinking of others.”
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