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January 3, 2022

When I heard the growling and the screaming in the yard, I ran toward the sounds and stuck my hand directly into the mouth of a dogfight.

When the registry card arrived in the mail, I told my husband You must not forget. I am not just an organ donor. I am a bone marrow donor, too. If I cannot speak and will not survive, give them all I’ve got.

When the rapid response team showed up in that tiny hospital bathroom to pull my fallen patient off of my lap, my pregnant belly came into view.

When that man stumbled out of the restaurant, clearly drunk and intent on driving, I chased him down and stood in front of his car, calling him an Uber just as the police showed up.

When we came upon the accident, two cars and a guardrail and a sheet of ice, I was out of the car before my husband could slide to a full stop.

I do not know another way. I am scared of many things and anxious much of the time. I dread heights and hard conversations. But the moments above are what remind me that so far, I have always been alive enough to help. Alive enough to help is as good as it gets.

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3 Comments

  • Reply KENNETH MAULTSBY January 6, 2022 at 2:37 PM

    PROVOCATIVE!

  • Reply Linda Bohn January 8, 2022 at 8:29 AM

    I’m glad you’re alive. Thank you for helping and serving others! I’m a hospice nurse and writer. Keep writing and sharing!

    P. S. I’m 5’2”, so we have a lot in common.

  • Reply Deborah S Ball January 8, 2022 at 9:22 AM

    This brought me tears as yesterday I was that nurse by the chemotherapy chair where my dear friend had an unfortunate and unpredictable allergic reaction. God used my presence and I can only say, it is Him, not me. Each daily walk with Him is a testament to the goodness and humble grace He shares.

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