As he walked along the corridor, an unassuming man in blue, I know his face well, I could never forget that face. My own lights up and he smiles back acknowledging me. This man nearly 2 years ago took a chance and saved my life. Full of heprin, very near death, he operated on me, on what to me seems like the quickest transplant surgeries ever! I have this picture in my mind of him afterwards going back into the surgeons room, or wherever they go and writing the time at the top of the board as if he'd just beaten the top gear fastest track time.
I haven't seen him since transplant in itu and to be honest I wasn't very with it or capable of gratitude. I was just to confused at the time. He asks me how I am, I told him iv got a slight blip, but otherwise I'm pretty amazing, I want to tell him what iv done since transplant, what iv achieved, I try to think of the best thing, to wow him with his own expertise that saved me. He said he saw me ride in on my bike ride, that's it he knows! I simply beam and shake his hand and thank him. To look into the mans eyes and express my gratitude, that was what I've been wanting to do for a long time. A man who dedicated his life to saving others and on 11/7/11 along with the many other people's time, knowledge, expertise, he saved mine.
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