The news about my friend's son, who needs a kidney donor, brought home something I've been thinking about lately.
I am a strong believer in organ donation.
I always imagined that, after my death, there would be all these people, out there, whose lives I saved by donating my organs.
Though it is so difficult to think about, it can be very comforting for a family to know that out of their darkness and tragedy emerges hope, and new life.
Cancer took that away too.
I can't donate anything... ever.
Not blood; not organs.
Not while I'm alive.
Not after I'm dead.
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
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