As we approached to cross the street at the square in downtown Portsmouth, New Hampshire, I reached for my son’s hand. He took it, and we stepped down the curb. Halfway across, my son sighted one of his first grade friends on the opposite sidewalk and ripped his hand away. Big boys don’t hold hands. […]Read More Holding Hands Forever
I was around ten when I began to open my eyes. I know why. My world had changed. For the first ten years, life was small. I played little league baseball for Gene’s Pony Keg. A thrill was being issued uniforms instead of t-shirts. No matter that the heavy, baggy wool pants and shirts were […]Read More Munich to Munich
“John, we have a heart for you.” Are there moments in life, which as they happen, we know we will recall for the rest of our lives? Moments that will change our lives? Perfect moments? On September 25, 2017, Dr. Sylvestry came to my hospital room and said, “John, we have a heart for you.” […]Read More September 25
What are you? Who are you? Are you what you have done? Are you close to whom you want to be? Are you what you have seen and thought, or perhaps written? Your adventures? Experiences? Your mistakes? How you made amends? Who you have loved and lost? Or who you have helped? I asked Mandy, who […]Read More Who Are You?
I went to my high school reunion this week. I am not going to say which one. Well, alright, I will, if you insist. It was the 50th reunion. I have known most of these people since I was 12 years old. Several are life-long friends. When I was in the hospital for most of 2017, […]Read More 1968
“We have a heart for you,” Doctor S. said on September 24, 2017, a few hours before midnight. It had been nearly a year since I almost died and was offered this heart. I came out of a coma after nearly a month, bearded, hands strapped to the side of the bed, tubes everywhere, weak, emaciated, […]Read More A Letter to My Donor
It has been a long time since I have written much of anything. My new heart is working well. Only seven months ago today, I was gifted a new heart. It is hard to believe that this morning I walked two miles and lifted weights on my new weight bench by the pool. I am […]Read More Survivor