Touch. Something so powerful about touch. Words of concern and encouragement are SO vital, but there’s nothing like touch. The chemistry in our body actually changes when it happens. God’s gift in community. Touch.
The event was a smashing success! Even if we hadn’t raised a cent, to have friends from the decades all together in one place was amazing. Stacy and I were overwhelmed with the love and support. We had 120 golfers and 160 diners at today’s fundraising golf tournament! Plus, my transplant fund was FULLY FUNDED! Thanks to all who helped and donated!
Our wonderful Christian High ’78 fellow graduates and the Menconis!
My kiddos and adopted kiddos, including Emory who is being tested to be my kidney donor, and the Elliots.
This whole thing could not have happened without these amazing people. What a gift from God they are. It was their idea to do the tournament – and took me kicking and screaming the whole way – and committed a monumental amount of time to make it such a success. Love you guys SO much! (And Kelly thanks for letting us borrow them so much the last few weeks for this!)
I just had to share this stirring post from my donor Emory:
Such an emotional day for me at Scripps. Not only do I have to process the information given to me today, answer questions and get poked and wrap my head around donating a kidney… But while I wait for my name to be called for the next appointment, I sit in departments where the person next to me is dying, trying to hold on to life. One lady has had four types of cancer and is just in a “hold steady” state but she had one hell of a sense of humor; telling other patients to have a great appointment and talking about cake being done vs lab tests being finished– keeping up on her grammar. Other look like the life has been sucked out of them and this appointment will just get them through the next few days. Here I sit, healthy, super healthy, and with a peculiar blood type that allows me to be a match for anyone. I know God has put Mike in my life for the past 13 years for this; to possibly give my kidney to such a great, kind, loving, funny man would not only be a privilege but an honor. To help him see 15-20 more years from something that I am healthy enough to help with is my goal. Today – only half way through – has opened my mind and my heart and I KNOW I need to do this.
I did also learn that I may not be a perfect match for Mike as my kidneys might be too small but there is the possibility for a paired match where I give to another recipient whose donor gives to Mike. Whatever I can do to help my friend and this amazing man, I will do.
So with this plaque near the donor center at Scripps, “Whose life will you save?”… I will save Mike’s life and maybe someone else’s. That is my hope, my heart and my prayer.
Sharing my wife Stacy’s post:
The quilt for the golf tournament is done! The label is on.