I owe my life, literally, to an unknown ( to me ) person. He/ She did a selfless act sometime in his/her past that had a far ranging impact that culmanated in my receipt of a replacement liver on this date, 11.04.2004.
I was in a fantasy world drifting in and out of moments of lucidity, interspaced with outlandish dreams that were as real to me as any other moment. This had been my steadly decreasing reality slide for the previous two months.
But I digress, I'm writing this diary to thank those people that check the donors' box on their
driver's license application, or register on-line to give their body parts to further the lives of complete strangers. That is such a show of faith (and I mean that in the sense that what we do with our lives and what comes after has ripples through the fabric of our society) and unconfirmed love, that it amazes and dumbfounds me.
This unknown person that was my savior is living on through me. I only hope that I do them proud in the way I live my life.
P.S. I'd like to give a shout-out to the dedicated professionals at Kaiser La Seirra, Kaiser Sunset, and a special thanks to the UCLA Transplant program.