My local Organ Procurement Organization is running an event called “Halftime Hero”, where they asked folks to write about their hero and add a picture of themselves and their hero. During halftime of this Sunday’s BIG GAME they will announce their favorite story.
Here is my submission …….
My Halftime Hero …….
My halftime hero is my anonymous heart donor.
In the ten days before my transplant, my heart was in severe failure and I was shocked back to life over a hundred times. This person saved my life as I was very close …. hours, perhaps minutes away ….. from death.
There is a not a day or a special moment that goes by where I don’t think about my hero. This person and their family is in my prayers each day, often multiple times a day. Tears will often leak from the corners of my eyes. Thus they are truly a FULL TIME HERO, NOT just a halftime hero in my mind.
So, who is this person, you might ask ……
My hero is are tall and short, big and small. Lots of hair, no hair. He or she poor and wealthy. A mixture are of all skin colors, all religions, both sexes, and ALL religions. They have unblemished skin and many marks & scars of living life. He/She had a good soul and they cared!! He/She saw a glimmer of hope for others at the most terrible times in their own lives. He/She loved others, as much as themselves.
A true hero and NEVER forgotten!!
“Life is both magical and full of meaning. I am always in a state of awe at simply being alive. A heart transplant can be a sometimes painful, emotional journey, yet it can also be beautiful at the same time. God has truly blessed me.” ~ DAP