Three transplants saved my life and have given me the time and good health to play the sport I love the most. Golf can be infuriating, without a doubt, but it does lend itself to pondering the big questions as you walk from hole to hole (and try to make your way out of a sand trap, too).
In those long walks on the course, I have contemplated this question: what’s rarer? A triple transplant, or three holes-in-one?
“And what does your father do for a living?”
Twenty fathers sitting in a circle, on the brightly colored rug of a preschool classroom, twenty squirming toddlers in their laps.
A reflection on riding the Donate Life Rose Parade float, one year later.
A meditation on gratitude past the national day of thanks.
For the Stavis and Fabing families, the end of October carries special meaning. Eleven years ago, Brice Fabing--talented, young, and compassionate--lost his life. In his passing, Brice added "hero" to his legacy. The Fabing family, in their support of #DonateLife, saved many people that day.
As I get older, I find myself having to contend with health issues never dreamed of before.
Since I didn’t anticipate living much past 40, I certainly didn’t think about problems of old age—getting to old age was too big of an obstacle itself! Then, the miracle of a triple transplant and #DonateLife reset the clock for me, and now…now I see that aging has its own bumps and bruises.
On Valentine's Day (and #NationalDonorDay), this heart transplant recipient has a few thoughts about what's really in a heart...
Ten years after the organ transplants that saved my life, I reflect on the blessings I've been given.
Today is my 10th transplant anniversary; ten years of time given to me by compassionate people who decided to #DonateLife.