"Mile Marker 29"
By Lynda Bouchard
As I walked the beach early one recent morning, most of the people I passed were casting nets and lines for fish. I was there fishing for stories. This one came easily at Mile Marker 29.
I saw my good friend, John Test, walking ahead, his head down and focused on the sandpipers darting along the ocean edge. He collects shells, and so as I passed him I asked if he'd found anything interesting.
"I'm not really looking for shells today," he said. "My uncle passed away last night. He was waiting for an organ transplant."
That stopped me cold in my tracks.
I knew the feeling of helplessness and loss, as I'd lost my husband two years ago, while he, too, was waiting for a transplant.
Read more: http://www.islandpacket.com/2011/11/28/1875739/packet-sea-foam-organ-donation.html#ixzz1f0npeeae
0 COMMENTS:
Post a Comment