Honestly, I don't know any other way to word it. My kidney condition has worsened considerably over the past few months and I'm now looking at needing a transplant within 3 to 6 months. I want to be around for my wife Rachel and daughter for a long time, so this is necessary. Plus, I like life, it's fun! Death is lame, don't make me do it. (Jokes are my coping mechanism)
We will enter my name on the transplant list, but that tends to take a year or more to find a donor. Instead, there are two better options: I find a kind, healthy person willing to donate directly or indirectly through the kidney exchange network (it depends on your blood group). My blood type is A positive and my birthday is 06/12/1970 (you need this for the donor form).
If you are that person, please contact me!
Also, here is a link to more information:
Only my thought tends to be God loves them, so I should, too.
again and again
of God's love for me
the more everything else
fades into insignificance
that used to really bug me
stuff that used to
turn me into a frazzled bag of grumps
stuff that used to make me yell and spit fire at people
and I look and think:
oh. sad. but God loves me and everything else doesn't matter.
can't make that happen by wanting to. at least I know I can't. changing attitudes isn't like turning some switch off. but focus - changing focus is so powerful. like when you're using a camera and you choose to zoom in on something in the distance, and the stuff that's close becomes a blur.
Just a while back I was enjoying a Klondike Heath ice cream treat and noticed a burning smell.
The fan on my CPU is prone to malfunction and I had moved my computer around a bit earlier so I thought that my GPU was going all "melty" again and I went into a mild state of panic.
I was crawling around on all fours, sniffing the computer to see if the burning smell was coming from it... nope.
On a wild hunch I held the Klondike wrapper to my nose and it smells burnt! It doesn't look burnt but the smell was very strong and I had the ice cream bar in the wrapper as I ate it so it was right under my nose.
Do you think that the package of Klondikes was rescued from a warehouse fire and that's how they picked up their "smokey" smell?
I can picture that 911 call....
911 operator: "911 what's your emergency?"
frantic caller: "The Klondike warehouse is on fire!"
911 operator: "Did you say the Klondike warehouse...?"
frantic caller: "Yes the Klondikes are all melting!"
911 operator keys the emergency radio override on her console...
ALL FIRE, ALL RESCUE, ALL UNITS... Respond to a fire at the Klondike warehouse! The Klondikes are burning! Oh, the humanity!
It may be that my Klondikes were the only survivors of that horrible fire. I'm glad they survived. They sure are tasty.
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