A Little More On Why I’m So Gung-Ho About Giving A Kidney To A Stranger

June 30, 2016

THIS IS AN OLD POST I’M JUST MOVING STUFF AROUND THE BLOG. PLEASE DON’T MIND ME

So, I’m in a little spot where I’m not 100% sure what to be talking about right now. This was in my drafts, so I’m just posting it up! 🙂

Months of work and hundreds of thousands of dollars went into me. I owe the world so much. I already owe the world so much just by virtue of being a human who needs to look out for other humans. But golly, as someone who’s gotten so much help, I may owe a little more than some.

It’s not that I feel a “debt” or that I think karma will get me if I don’t do enough good deeds. But, you know the old saying. “To whom much is given, much is expected.” (Or in the words of Kanye West, “to whom much is given, much is tested.”)

I’m not even really supposed to be alive. How weird is that, right? I had a congenital heart defect that usually kills people without warning. And a doctor caught it, but I was told that I was incredibly lucky, and there’s no way I would’ve made it past 30.

Of course, I’m not 30 yet. Perhaps I’d still be kicking it. But that’s not how those things work, like there’s an exact expiration date and on your 30th birthday you’re done. I could’ve dropped dead any day. Could’ve been yesterday, could’ve been two years ago, could’ve been tomorrow. But I’m against all odds still alive because of a series of events that played out in my favor. Now I’m going to live to be 300, I’m sure.

All life is special. All life has purpose. But knowing that I’m not even “supposed” to still be here, I better do something pretty rad to kind of earn my keep here on Earth, huh?

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