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[drunkensailor]

I have never even thanked the man who volunteered himself to an obscure international registry at only about my age now and was one day called upon to undergo a long series of daily shots and an unpleasant medical procedure called apheresis so that he could shed peripheral blood stem cells, all to give them to a boy he didn't even know, clear on

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[purplepsilon]

Telling him just that might mean more than a thank you at a time when everything's rosy. It's far more personal and real.

[drunkensailor]

It might, but I have such difficulty accepting that. I had so hoped to have something redemptive- something impressive, or progressive about my life or my health, anything at all- to show him why I was a worthy life to save. To show how I've capitalized on my second chance. So he could see it wasn't squandered on some wreck of a person with no structure in his life, who's nearly as sick now as was he the day of his bone marrow transplant.

Maybe it's not right to think this way; of course I understand the concept of altruism. But still it feels like I haven't earned this incomparable gift. Like I haven't justified his granting me a second chance to live. Rational or not, I can't shake the sentiment.

[katayla]

I think he would probably appreciate a thank you at anytime.

[drunkensailor]

Yeah, I'm sure that he would, and it's approaching a five year mark now- he's probably assumed he'll never hear from me by now.

[soulair]

People like that make me believe that there's still some good in this world. Sometimes I forget.

[drunkensailor]

I think that good is all around us all of the time. You just usually have to look a little harder than you would to find evil in order to recognize it.