It was a windy winter morning at the YWCA. The blood camp was in full swing, with the girls from the YWCA hostel keeping us quite busy. The air was festive, giggly. There did seem to be a gender bias in this camp!

And then, Ahle blew in with the wind, a slender Burmese youth of just twenty years. "Hello, I'm Ahle..."

We'll never know whether it was the girls who did it, but Ahle was keen to be part of the crowd. He had just come from Church, and was in the right spirit! We found out he played the piano at home in Burma, and was quite a charmer.

Ahle wasn't content just to donate blood. He wanted to know more. What would happen to his donation. Where would it go? Who could benefit? A child, a man, a mother-to-be?

It was a learning camp, in which some of the girls joined. Our Burmese friend was quite amazed to know that the blood he gave would be separated into three blood components, which could benefit THREE different people.

After this, of course, there was no turning back. We wish there were more Ahles to bring joy to the world.