For thirty-three years it was a part of me. Yet, when I got the call I knew it had never really been mine. I was merely the custodian. I guess that is why I didn’t hesitate to do what most people thought a courageous act of kindness. You see to me there was only one course of action
A few weeks before I received the call, I had followed my heart and been tested as a potential kidney donor for one of my law school classmate’s husband. I did not know the classmate but that did not matter.
I was surprised when I received the call that I was a really good match and they asked me to donate. Several thoughts flooded my mind but one drowned out all the others. It’s not mine not to give. In my mind it was settled. In the summer of 2008, a few weeks before my second year of law school, I relinquished custody of my kidney. The kidney has flourished in its new home for almost six years now. Looking back I have no regrets and I still believe it wasn’t mine not to give.
I remember when you got the call. What a wonderful experience it turned out to be!