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Journal Entry for June 20, 2007 Mood

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Had a slightly better nite, didn't wake w chest pain until 4:00 AM! So as I'm still reluctant to type much I've copied a story that illustrates my major hobbie horse, developed during 30 odd years of nursing!! I know its long, but I only developed a couple hobbie horses, honest!/c

Jun 19, 2007

The Boy Who Saved Thousands of Lives
By Reg Green

It was a day like any other in a busy hospital. Among dozens of incidents of joy and fear, a small boy was brought in, dying from a road accident. When the end came, one of the nurses took a deep breath and did what her job required her to do: She asked the boy's parents if they would donate his organs. Their reply was sharp and clear, an emphatic refusal, pain mixed with anger at having been asked such a crass question at the worst moment of their lives.

"I understood how they felt," the nurse told me later. "The bottom had fallen out of their world." But all she could think of was that on the third floor of that same hospital another little boy, of much the same age and with a mother and father very much like these, was also dying that night - because the heart that could have saved him didn't arrive.

I often think of that little boy and how close he came to making it. I also know how his parents felt: my own seven-year-old son, Nicholas, was shot by highway robbers six years ago while we were on vacation in southern Italy and, when the doctors told us there was no hope, I still remember vividly wondering how I would ever get through all the years ahead without him. Maggie, my wife, and I, however, did donate his organs to seven very sick Italians, some of whom would certainly be dead by now, and we have never for a moment regretted the decision. After living in the shadow of death, some of them for years, all seven are back in the mainstream.

What we thought was a purely private act took Italy by storm: the president and prime minister both asked to meet us privately, letters poured in by the hundreds. We've been given honors in Nicholas' name that previously went to some of the world's greatest humanitarians and scholars.

Today's front-page story, however, is often almost forgotten tomorrow as some new tragedy comes along to take its place. Unless we do something to etch this story in the people's minds, I thought at the time, it will have no permanent effect on their actions, and thousands will continue to die every year because organ donation rates fall short of need in virtually every country in the world.

And so, having been a daily newspaper writer much of my life, I did what comes naturally: I wrote. And wrote. And wrote. At first for the obvious places: medical journals, parents' magazines, newspaper features, then for the less obvious: the scouting magazine, Italian newspapers, newsletters, then further afield still: a Dutch magazine, a travel magazine, the weekly paper of the town where I was born in England. I faxed and e-mailed and telephoned editors, feature writers and syndicated columnists. I got up at 2:00 a.m. to talk to European editors or stayed up until midnight to call Australia. Maggie and I crisscrossed this country talking to audiences of every imaginable kind, and everywhere I went I called on the local newspaper and television stations.

There were many rebuffs, but there were many achievements, too. Better yet, writers all over the world picked up the story from our words and wrote memorable pieces of their own. To think of just one: virtually every overseas edition of Reader's Digest led off with Nicholas' story, and we have a collection of clippings in Chinese, Portuguese, Swedish and twenty other languages. A television movie, Nicholas' Gift, starring Jamie Lee Curtis, picked up many of the sentences I had written. And recently I wrote a book The Nicholas Effect, which, though much of it was written through a veil of tears, shows how his example has saved literally thousands of lives.

Nicholas was a remarkable little boy - gentle, imaginative and, yes, wise - and we all expected him to do great things. When he died, all those expectations seemed to have died with him. But in the end, as the words written and spoken about him found their way to the four corners of the world, he did more than we could possibly have foreseen. More even than saving lives, his brief innocent life sent an electric charge through the human spirit, reminding us all of the preciousness of life and hence the importance of living up, rather than down, to it.

In his last few days we played a game with Nicholas in which he was a Roman soldier about to return home. "When you get there," we told him, "they'll write poems to you, your name will be cheered by people you've never met." It was only a game, but it all came true with this difference, however: that Nicholas conquered not by the force of arms but by the power of love. And that, of course, is much stronger.

Reprinted by permission of Reg Green (c) 1999 from Chicken Soup for the Writer's Soul by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor and Bud Gardner. In order to protect the rights of the copyright holder, no portion of this publication may be reproduced without prior written consent. All rights reserved.

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A very touching story & we do need more doners. I'm proud to say I've been a doner for yrs.
Your a special person for printing the story.
luv ya

Diana1
I just fee SO STRONGLY about the topic. I have become convinced by recent suggestions that it become automatic, and only prevented if the next of kin specifically refuse. That may sound extreem but when you know how many lives it wld save it really isn't. There is one European country that has already adopted the practice. I worked in transplant for a couple years and saw the incredible dif it can make in lives....you have no idea unless you see it. And what are the valid reasons against it..........?

carolmj
Very touching story! I used to have a red donor dot on my drivers lic. I just checked and it's not there on my newest one. But, I've smoked for SO long now, my organs might not even be in the healthiest condition.

Robynann