Living life again


This is my daughter Lauren.  A little under 2 years ago she had a heart transplant.

Look at her now.

She absolutely loves taking motorcycle rides.  Being confined in a hospital bed for a little over a year and a half, she loves the freedom she get when she takes a ride.  I was nervous about her getting on a motorcycle, but she is 25 and wants to experience all that life has to offer her now.  Plus we are very picky on whose bike she gets on.

Came across this picture and wanted to share.  Because someone was an organ donor, this picture was made possible.



To Remember Me – I Will Live Forever please take a moment to read

I came across this short story, written by Robert Noel Test.

If you are still wondering if you should sign up to become and organ donor, please read this.  It might put your concerns into perspective.

To Remember Me – I Will Live Forever
by Robert Noel Test (1926-1994)

The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital; busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.

When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don’t call this my deathbed. Let it be called the bed of life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.

Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby’s face or love in the eyes of a woman.
Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.
Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.
Give my kidneys to the one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.
Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk. Explore every corner of my brain.
Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain agianst her window.
Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.
If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weakness and all prejudice against my fellow man.
Give my sins to the devil.
Give my soul to God.
If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.

About the Author
Robert N. Test was one of the pioneers in promoting organ and tissue donations. In 1976, he wrote an essay titled “To Remember Me.” It was first published in The Cincinnati Post and later in Ann Landers’ column, as well as in Reader’s Digest.


Blogging 101


This is how I feel after I publish a post.

It’s that moment, right after you hit the publish button.   When I write a post, in the back of my mind, I know people are going to read this.

In my blog, I have been writing about a subject that I am very passionate about.

Let me rephrase that, it’s not a subject, it’s our story.

I make it a point to write a post everyday, and now that I am in the blogging 101 course, I have learned so much.

Writing you thoughts, make you so vulnerable.  You never know who is reading, what they are thinking.  In my post you may agree or disagree with me.  I personally write, to connect with people and to get certain feelings out.

I would like to thank my followers and invite new people to my site.

Please feel free to leave a comment, would love to hear what you have to say.


Do you think you are immortal ????? I

“Written in response to The Daily Post prompt Finite Creatures.

At what age did you realize you were not immortal? How did you react to that discovery?nwhm_hospital_visitation_ministry

 I have this question, are we immortal or not.

A couple of years ago when my daughter was very sick in the hospital, I still have a hard time saying, dying, is when it really hit me, dr.’s can’t fix everything.  We are not immortal.  There are some things beyond our control.  Only the Dear Lord knows.  All I could do for my daughter at that point was to just hold on to her and tell her to hang on.

We may not be immortal in body, but parts of us can be immoral for a longer time.

If you are an organ donor, then it can happen.

My daughter Lauren, received her gift of life, a new heart.  The person that was the donor, may have died, but is not completely gone.  Her heart is beating strong in my daughter’s body.  We pray and hope we will meet the family that gave my daughter back her life.  A part of their daughter is still alive in my daughter.

So I guess I am thinking,  if you are an organ donor, would you think you could be immortal.

Something to think about………

Become an organ donor today.


Sunday a day to relax


Today I decided that I am going to devote this day to myself.  My husband took my nephew to the  NASCAR race in Loudon New Hampshire.


They have VIP passes, so here they are on the track.  My nephew Ryan is so excited, not only being at the race but he has his uncle Dean all to himself. They just sent me this picture so I thought I would post it.

My plan is to sit by the pool with a book and take some quite time for me.

The sun is shining, morning housework is done so now it’s time to find that book and relax.

Hope everyone is have a super Sunday.