18 June 2009
Posted in Illustrations

My grown daughter, Sara, and I were very good friends. She lived with her family in a nearby town which allowed us to see each other very often. In between visits we wrote or talked on the phone.
When she called me, she always said, "Hi, Mom, it's me," and I'd say, "Hi, Me, how are you today?" She often signed her letters simply, "Me." Sometimes I'd call her "Me" just to tease.
Then my poor Sara died suddenly, without warning, from a brain hemorrhage. Needless to say, I was devastated! There can be no worse pain for a parent than to lose a beloved child. It took all my considerable faith to keep going.
We decided to donate her organs so at least that much good could come from such an otherwise tragic situation. In due time, I heard from the Organ Retrieval Group telling me where all her organs went. No names were mentioned, of course.
About one year later, I received a beautiful letter from the young man who received her pancreas and kidney. What a difference it made in his life!
Praise God!  And since he couldn't use his own name, guess how he signed his letter: "Me."
Mary M. Jelinek

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