I am starting this blog to be different than my other blogs. I have been wanting to do this for a while but haven't really had a chance.
Let me start off by saying that Life is Good.
There. I work in a "boring" job, doing the same things every day. I prayed for this job, as my last one was dead-end retail in a used children's clothing store. Hmmm...stay in school, kids. I wish I had! I got this job so easily it definitely seemed predestined. I remember my prayer the night after I applied for this job: "Thank you God for my family, my house, and the job I have now. Please change my life somehow, some way. I am stagnating in this life." I remember that the answer I received came with a thought. "Be patient." So I have to keep that in mind as I work here at my little temp job in a factory. Every door I open has hidden surprises. Every person I meet has a purpose in changing my life as I do in theirs. Every newspaper article that sticks out or song on the radio that I hear, even if for the hundredth time, can be something that I should pay attention to.
I heard about a young man in Brattleboro, 2 young children like mine, married, accomplished police officer who has leukemia. His wife is desperate to find a marrow donor match but the problem is that he has a rare genetic disorder and out of the 9 million possible donors they have looked at, zero have matched up. This really stands out to me. What if I could be that match? I hate the thought of giving blood or being stuck with a needle at all but what if that was me? Or my loved one? Or my child... I would want every single person on this Earth to go give a sample! Even if it only bought me a few more years. Every moment with children especially is so precious.
Even if I am not a match, I will get put into a national registry so if I ever did match someone maybe I could help them. I am not as afraid of pain as I used to be. I should suck it up and do what I can for others. I wish I had time to volunteer in the hospital. I would even love to volunteer at the Humane Society walking dogs, changing litter boxes, playing with the bunnies.
Maybe when I'm older...
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
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