I am not a runner.
In fact, there was a distinct possibility that I would finish last in the “race” and would require reflective gear for when the sun set and I would be crossing that finish line. But with a little encouragement, some oxygen, and with the knowledge that the funds that I helped to raise just might – or WILL – save someone’s life is all I need.
I dare say we all live pretty good lives. And we all take life for granted to some degree. Lives can change in an instant and sometimes, sometimes, people are given a new chance at life as a result of organ donation. And other times that chance never comes because there just aren’t enough to go around.
I am not a runner. But I ran my heart out trying to do my part because if that was my kid who needed a transplant, I need to know I did everything I could to keep that hope alive.
And thanks for offering to pick me up off the ground at about mile 6 and reminding me of this message.
It wasn’t pretty but I did it. I did it!
Thanks to you all who supported me. It means the world to me and to all those waiting for transplant.