My car is slowly falling apart. Of course I guess that’s relative. I’d say we have about one thing break each month. And they’re all small, so nothing seems to get done. Currently, though there are eight issues with the old gal.
Yep, I drive a jalopy. But at least, once I’ve got it started, it gets me where I’m going. Chris’ car does that for him for the most part, too. But while I was writing this he phoned to inform me that his transmission had gone out and he’d be getting a ride back to town later on this evening.
I guess we won’t be going out tomorrow for our anniversary (today) like I’d hoped.
You know, I was thinking about the eight things that need to be fixed on my car and it reminded me of another set of eight that can go a great way toward fixing something, too. That of course would be (in the spirit of April), organ donation. Did you know that your organ donation could save the lives of eight people, and your tissue donation enhance those of another 50 people.
That’s really something to think about.
Sure does make my little car problems seem trivial by comparison.
It is my hope that everyone who reads this becomes an organ donor or talks to someone else about becoming one, as well. Because this car that drives me so nuts, is nothing compared to inconvenience of being on a waiting list while you hope that someone was compassionate enough to think ahead.
It wasn’t as bad for us as it is for many. Kajsa spent years on dialysis. And I spent years being her stay at home nurse. (This, in fact, has a lot to do with why we can’t afford to fix the car). But that’s nothing. Nothing at all compared to the nineteen people who die each day in the US while waiting for a transplant.
Honestly, we are lucky. We are so very lucky. I might enjoy complaining about the small things. But still, I’m immensely grateful every single day of my life. And all because someone I don’t know, and will never have the honor of meeting was compassionate, altruistic, and planned ahead.