Mar. 6th, 2009

I met Jennie only the one time, at a holiday gathering, when her lungs were new, and her body was learning to breathe again.  I met her because many of the people of whom I am most fond had befriended her and her mother when they came to St. Louis to wait for new lungs.

Jennie's mother came to my husband's funeral; she was planning to spend the next week just relaxing here, because Jennie had gone home, finally, and crisis mode was no longer necessary.  Except, of course, crisis--and Jennie in a helicopter--returned before that week was over, and never left again until this past Sunday.

One of Jennie's friends is a writer who works for a local newspaper.  She turned her grief into a tribute to Jennie:  http://www.bnd.com/yourlife/story/674585.html.  Maybe Jennie's life was too short--most certainly it was that--but it needn't have been in vain, if her story's ripples spread out to others who need the gift she had, once.

Go, thou, and read, and ponder, and then give Life a chance, if it should one day desert you--give others who need them the parts you won't use any more.  There is no generosity greater.  And pass the link along, because organ donation isn't necessarily simple, and your state may require more than just a signature on your license (although that's a great start!). 

Someone who sees that link could make a difference to another someone--and the world will be a bit brighter because Jennie touched them, too.

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