When I went to renew my drivers license the other day, I got up to the counter and the nice lady (really) started asking me all of the questions on her little list....
am I mentally capable of driving a car?
do I use any drugs that would impair my ability to drive?
are my height and weight the same as on my current card?
Yes, I am....
No, I don't...
No, they aren't. I actually know I weigh less than what my 8 year old license says and at my age I am probably shrinking in height so I said, "I do weigh less, but I'm sure during the lifetime of this new drivers license, I will weigh 140 pounds again, so it's fine."
She smiled and then without looking up at me she asked her next question, "Organ Donor?"
"Am I not already?" I asked....because I swore I told them yes last time.
"No, you aren't", she said, still not making eye contact.
"Yes, of course. I can do that," I replied.
She proceeded to the next question, but my thoughts were still back on "Organ Donor".
It use to make me feel "funny" to talk about or think about after life decisions, but not any more.
With a waiting list of over 100,000 people, how could I say no? Why would I say no? I thought about my kids...what if one of them were ill and waiting for a transplant?
When I am gone....I'm gone. My organs won't be able to help me anymore...but what if they could help someone else?
Of course, organ donation is a very personal decision...one that everyone should research and then make an educated decision for themselves.
am I mentally capable of driving a car?
do I use any drugs that would impair my ability to drive?
are my height and weight the same as on my current card?
Yes, I am....
No, I don't...
No, they aren't. I actually know I weigh less than what my 8 year old license says and at my age I am probably shrinking in height so I said, "I do weigh less, but I'm sure during the lifetime of this new drivers license, I will weigh 140 pounds again, so it's fine."
She smiled and then without looking up at me she asked her next question, "Organ Donor?"
"Am I not already?" I asked....because I swore I told them yes last time.
"No, you aren't", she said, still not making eye contact.
"Yes, of course. I can do that," I replied.
She proceeded to the next question, but my thoughts were still back on "Organ Donor".
It use to make me feel "funny" to talk about or think about after life decisions, but not any more.
With a waiting list of over 100,000 people, how could I say no? Why would I say no? I thought about my kids...what if one of them were ill and waiting for a transplant?
When I am gone....I'm gone. My organs won't be able to help me anymore...but what if they could help someone else?
Of course, organ donation is a very personal decision...one that everyone should research and then make an educated decision for themselves.
I don't know anyone that has had a transplant. Do you?



