Everyday Man of God | Tony Casados
I moved from California to Minnesota about 3 years ago. I still remember the day I showed up. I left a 70 degree day in San Diego drove through a blizzard in the Rockies and arrived in Lakeville, MN on April 4, 2009. Sharon and I fell asleep on a rather chilly night and woke up the next morning —to snow! Welcome to the Midwest!
I also remember having to switch my license over. Minnesota unlike many states makes the license process for out of state drivers extremely unpleasant. Despite my more than 20 years of driving experience on California freeways, which makes the 494 look like main street in Mayberry, I still had to take a written test. I guess the state figured I had forgotten how many feet to give a bicyclist when I pass them in the bike lane (they were right by the way, though I still have never hit one).
After passing the exam, I was filling out my paperwork, when I came to the portion of the application that asked if I would willing to donate my organs should I meet an untimely demise. I must confess that I checked the box “yes” rather unconsciously, giving little thought to what I was doing. You see, I don’t really believe I’ll die young. Most of us don’t. In spite of a sincere belief that God holds my very breath in His hands, I still take for granted that I will be around long past the time when my organs will be of any good use to anyone. I think I checked the box because it made me feel good about myself. It was yet another moment in time where I could give myself a small congratulatory pat on the back for being such a good person. The truth is, the decision meant very little to me personally.
And then I saw this.