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Angel Senior Member
since 1999-07-02
Posts 551Pennsylvania 
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I have finally regained the strength to open my eyes once again. It is kind of weird waking up, not knowing where you are, even sort of scary. There is an aching sensation moving through my body, and I honestly don’t know why. Everything is blurry but nevertheless I attempt to focus on the large figure before me. It seems it was Dr. Jameson, the man who had saved my life. I was disoriented but managed to get out the few questions I needed to ask him at the time. “Wh..why am I here?” I stumbled across my words as they no longer seemed to flow naturally. “Ah...it’s good to see you awake again, you made it. Actually, you were in a terrible car accident and we had to do an emergency kidney transplant,” he informed me. “Wait, where did you get a kidney from on such short notice?” my words were coming just a bit more naturally now. “A young lady donated one of her kidney to the hospital, about a month ago and it just so happened she was a perfect match to you,” he told me. “Someone actually gave that much of themselves just so I could be alive? I feel so grateful, I honestly don’t know what to say,” as my speech finally returned to normal. “Yes, she is a very special young lady. Hey, let’s see, considering we could not contact and of your family member, would you like to...well, I don’t know, we usually don’t do we can make an exception...would you like to meet the young lady that gave you your kidney? She is more than willing to meet you,” he said delightfully. “Oh, wow, absolutely. I bet it will be awfully boring in the place anyway, no harm in meeting the lady that saved my life, right doc?” I said with a bit of sarcasm. He stepped outside for just a moment but returned in what seemed to be only seconds later. In that moment my breath was stolen from my lungs, just the same as my heart from my chest. She was an angel, the most beautiful being I had ever seen. She had an amazing luminous glow that seemed to surround her, as if happiness followed her wherever she would go. And her smile was more breathtaking than the sunset over the Pacific Ocean with majestic mountains looking on. “I am so happy you pulled through. I was very worried about you,” she said, the luminous glow seemed to become even brighter. “Wh..Why thank you,” I tripped over my words as if she had some kind of magical spell over me. I felt shy and timid but also as if I had known her my entire life. It was simply amazing. My heart began to flutter even more rapidly. “Still having a little trouble with your words, I see,” she said smoothly. “Yes, I suppose I am. But I must ask you, I am very curious, why would you give such an important part of your life to save that of a complete stranger?” I asked probably a bit rudely. “Three years ago, my father died of kidney failure. His only hope would have been if I had donated one of my kidneys. I just couldn’t bare to do it, I was too afraid,” she said sadly. “I am a terrible person...I could have....I could have saved him,” she then broke into tears. “Oh my, but if it is any consolation. You are not a bad person at all. I am sure I wouldn’t have been strong enough either under the circumstances you were facing. Besides that, you saved my life, and for that I owe you eternally,” I said in a poor attempt to cheer her up. “Thank you so much, you have no idea what your words mean to me. But you owe me nothing, I owed this to daddy,” she said, a bit calmer now. We sat there in room 211 for over three hours just talking to one another. I was completely in awe over this miracle who stood before me. I later found out her name was Jolene Ann Collestar. She was twenty nine years of age, just three years younger than I. She was never married and carried great burdens upon her tiny shoulders, such as her father’s death. We became great friends within the next three years, or so, and then on June 27, exactly three years from the day of the accident that endangered my life, I asked Jolene to become my wife. We were married within five months and have not looked back since. I love her, she is my guardian angel, and I believe we were meant to be in this life and the one to follow. Even now, over 50 years later, I still love her more than the world and would never do anything to hurt her. If it were not for her selflessness, I would not have the privilege of knowing this beautiful woman, and I don’t know if I would even be alive. The most important lesson I have learned in all my years is to always give all you have inside to someone else, because I can promise it will return to you someday. < !signature--> ~Susie~ [This message has been edited by Angel (edited 02-19-2000).] |
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Beverly Member
since 2000-02-19
Posts 123New Mexico |
Oh this is absolutely tender and beautiful! It sent chills up my spine! |
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LoveBug
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since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
This is a very good piece with a great message, but I think you ment selflessness instead of selfishness near the end. Keep up the good work! "To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world" |
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Angel Senior Member
since 1999-07-02
Posts 551Pennsylvania |
Thank you both so much  . Thanks for the pointing that out LoveBug...oops  . ~Susie~ |
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Dusk Treader
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Senior Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
Great story here, and I must agree that this has a good moral too it. There are a few small errors in the grammar, and an overuse of commas (A crime I am very guilty of). If you'd like to know, send me an email. Enjoyed the tale, keep writing! A writer's soul is on paper etched. In flames I shall not be consumed, but reborn. -- Abrahm Simons |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
Wonderful tale this. I enjoyed it very mcuh. there are a few errors in the writing but Abe offered his help with that. Keep up the good work. |
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