Recently, while sorting through some old paperwork and childhood photos, I discovered a letter that I had written when I was still very young. Why had I kept this particular letter all those years? And, why now was I finding the letter? I wondered.
Instantly, I vividly flashed back to the day I had presented this letter to my mother for her approval. I was standing by the side of her bed as I handed her the letter. "What do you think Ma?" I asked. She read the letter quietly to herself. Then she said, "Do you know what you are saying? You will have to live on dialysis for the rest of your life!" Discouraged, I placed the letter in the envelop, sealed it and tucked the letter away, never to read it again, until now.
With the letter still in my grasp and resting on my lap below. I once again read a sentence typed in bold face. "...It's just me, trying to give the Gift of life to someone." My eyes well with tears. I finally knew exactly how to share the gift of life with someone!
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