Gratitude By Death
June 20, 2014 changed my life.
I was walking the half mile from my worksite to the parking lot. It was 97 degrees and I am wearing my heavy denim jeans, which makes it a wee bit warmer. My phone rings and I have no interest in answering it. Though, it could be my wife.
I pick up and it is THE call. The one I had waited on for over FIVE years. The transplant call.
All types of chaos ensues. Long story short, 24 hours later I had a functioning kidney.
Usually, the thing with transplants is someone had to die in order for someone else's life to be prolonged. I had no information on the deceased donor other than it was a nineteen year old person. To me that put quite a few visions into my head.
Parents greiving for their child have to take the time to sign forms where parts of their child will be taken and put into people who will live. There could be some conflicted emotions there.
Or perhaps this nineteen year old was married and had a child? Maybe a mother or father lost their young spouse and will raise their child alone?
But those thoughts didn't last long.
I only thought of the donor from then on. The sacrifice may have been known or unknown to the donor, but I am thankful for a life without dialysis. I am thankful for a life without machines to keep me alive two weeks at a time.
My gratitude to my anonymous hero is palpable as my blood runs through the donated kidney.
My thanks is given every day by living each one to the fullest.
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