“Our differences they do a lot to teach us how to use
The tools and gifts we got yeah, we got a lot at stake
And in the end, you’re still my friend at least we did intend
For us to work we didn’t break, we didn’t burn
We had to learn how to bend without the world caving in
I had to learn what I’ve got, and what I’m not and who I am”

Jason Mraz; I Won’t Give Up

Recently, we took a trip to another state. I love going to the ocean, feeling the sand, the heat from the sun, smelling the sea air and feeling the ocean wind on my face. It is such a stark contrast to the midwest, where we have different (LESS) heat from the sun, different smells, the air feels different ……. farms and factories, weather-beaten roads, hills and valleys …… but the people in the two places are the same. Hurrying off to work or play, laughing, crying, talking, listening. Long hair, short hair ….. all colors, religions, same clothes.

I got to thinking about the differences between places, which morphed into a mental discussion my mind often has about the potential differences between myself and my anonymous heart donor.

I know me …. well, at least I think I do. But I have no idea who my donor was. It could be a man or a woman ….. they could be black, white, green or purple. Could have been rich or dirt poor. Could have been a brain surgeon or a factory worker, or even unemployed. Perhaps very talented in the arts, perhaps not. A conservative or a liberal. An introvert or an extrovert.

And in my mind, the discussion goes on and on and on ……. like the differences between My2ndHeartBeat’s World Headquarters and the beach ….. the differences between myself and my heart donor could be enormous ……..

Or not?

In so many cases we are, to use a phrase that we used to use too frequently at work, “all the same, but different” ……… I’ve learned that deep down most of us are a like. We want the similar things, we love the same, we cry the same, we breathe, we live, we have joys and sorrows, we bleed, we heal, have high and low points. I also know when people get sick …. really sick …….. that we are all scared.

So, aside from the cosmetics between us …. M or F, skin color, religion and all the like items …… my donor and I are probably very much a like in many regards. God planned it that way.

Like the last line in the quote above …… I had to learn what I got, what I’m not and who I am.

I’m still learning.




About DAP

I am a heart transplant recipient and these are my stories and thoughts. My desire is to assist others pre or post heart transplant in anyway possible. Please feel free to contact me if you have a question.
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