On the cusp of the Season of Giving, I thought about writing a very profound and poetic post about my husband's miraculous double lung transplant in September 2013 ... but instead, I think I will skip the poetry and say it straight.
Children freak me out. Now, I don't mean they freak me out in general. They freak me out for very specific reasons. Those reasons have to do with my husband, who had a Double Lung Transplant almost two years ago.
A woman spoke that evening whose son had died, and he was a registered donor. His organs went to seven different people. It was such a moving talk. I was deeply affected by what she shared and her son's sacrifice. It made me think of two things.