My eldest daughter teaches 5th grade. One of the student’s parents brought some human organs to school for show and tell during Science class. It is my understanding that she brought a heart, brain, lung, liver, and various other body parts. One of the young girls asked if these were from the “organ loaner program”! Now, I’ve heard of lending an ear, a hand, or a voice, but never an organ.
This set me to thinking about this little girl’s organ loaner idea and who, if anyone could benefit from anything that I could loan or donate. Starting with my skin, as I surveyed it, I decided that it has been a long time since it was smooth as a baby’s butt. In fact, mine could serve as a loaner to some elephant in need of a few more wrinkles. I’ve tried astringent, goats milk, mud, mask, mayonnaise, cucumbers, oils, lemon this, peach that, raspberry something else until my pocketbook can’t try another product. The discount store aisle is stacked with anti-aging potions and lotions. I have been meditating on trying this new product, but I just can’t bring myself to shell out another $22.95 in hopes of erasing the lines of time. I am fighting this aging thing with everything I can get my hands on, but there is coming soon the day when I just have to face the fact that there isn’t a thing I can do about it.
Next, I stare at my hair. If I were to loan my hair, it could adorn a fine scarecrow. I can’t begin to count the number of times it has been colored, frosted, ironed, foiled, teased, sprayed, moussed, fluffed, clipped, snipped, and flipped. Nope, no one would want to borrow my chemically dependent mop.
Gazing into the mirror, I look at my eyes. The problem is that I have to put on my glasses or use a magnifying glass to be able to see them. With age they have started to dim. However, they do work with assistance and I make the most of them. Maybe I’m onto something now. Just maybe there is some part of me that could be useful to someone else.
Behind my eyes is a brain. Now, you might question as to whether I possess one of these, but I can assure you that I do. An MRI last year revealed that not only do I have a brain but that it fills up my whole head! While I might not be able to loan it, I’ll bet that I can donate it some day. Who knows, maybe it hides the secret to curing cancer. Maybe it contains a beautiful song, story, or novel. I probably won’t be using that part, so I might as well let someone else give it a whirl.
My lungs are clear and healthy. I don’t smoke, dip, or chew and I have exercised regularly for 25 years, so they are plenty strong. To allow someone else to breathe a breath that is not belabored would indeed be a gift that would keep on giving.
My heart, just like my lungs, is strong and efficient at pumping blood, because I have spent many years pumping my arms and legs to keep it fit. My heart is the biggest part of me, because it desires to always help and serve others. It has been broken more than a few times and stomped on many more, but it has lots of love left to give. It would please me if someone would use it to its full potential.
While an organ loaner program doesn’t exist, the organ donor one does. If I could loan any part of me, I would gladly do it. But since I can’t, I have willingly signed the back side of my driver license as an organ donor. If you want to join me in making a lasting contribution, give the gift of life and sign your donor card. While the 5th grader had a wonderful idea, I don’t believe it is a keeper. Donor, not loaner, is the one that will work.
Now, if you will excuse me, I am going to go soak my aching feet, stretch my tense, tight muscles and go to bed. Judging from what I just saw in the mirror, I am in need of some major beauty sleep. I hope that I dream about inventing that miracle face cream.