The Gift of Life

Today marks four weeks since my sister, Dorothy, was killed in a car accident. In those four weeks, two patients who’d been waiting for corneas can now see. A set of families who needed bone transplants for their son/daughter/mother/father now have them. And more. Much more.

Oddly, so oddly — and thankfully — good can come from bad.

They call it the “Gift of Life,” and truly, it is.