Sometime in the past 28 months I wrote about this, but I can’t find it. So, I’m going to rewrite it here and save it for prosperity. And, also for a dear friend that’s going through this same type of thing right now.
Very soon after my heart transplant, while I was still flat on my back, one of my doctor’s stopped by my room to see how I was doing. I was doing well, both mentally & physically, and I remember the following conversation, like he was standing at the end of my bed today.
He said ~ By all rights you shouldn’t be here. You died too many time to count. But here you are, living and breathing. You are here for a reason. It’s evident that God has a plan for you and that plan is obviously not complete. Now, what you need to do is recover, get out of here (the hospital) and figure out what that plan is. Don’t ask “why”, but ask “what is the plan?”
At the time, I didn’t give it much thought. It wasn’t until after I was home and I went into the “why me” mode that it seems almost all heart transplant patients go through …….. why am I alive and why did my donor have to die? It was a very emotional time ~ still is in many respects ~ but I try to keep my focus on the “what”, not the “why”.
The answer may not be evident to all, but in my opinion, it’s all part of God’s plan and who are we to question that. I may not know exactly what my plan is, but I am trying to live a life that includes helping others and touching people lives in a positive way.
This is for my friend ~ #1395