Late last night I heard that one of my fellow Royal Royal Free competitors in the Transplant Games last year had passed away in the morning.
It was a huge shock.
We come so far against such odds but life is never certain.
We who go to the Transplant Games are strangers, joined by one common factor in to a group, who as my father says ‘you would never want to be a member of but once you are you are you feel priveled to belong to’. And by the time we left, we weren’t just people who had had organ transplants , we were friends.
We are given a second chance, the possibility of a a better quality of life, maybe a decision by another even saved our life. But how long we have with this gift is never certain.
Instead we must seize the day, the moments in life when others might fear to act or be, and live as full a life as we can. Because we should not have regrets. We should not look back and wonder if or why, when we have been given such an amazing chance to live, love and be. Carpe diem. Forever xoxo
It’s at times like these I sometimes think of poetry and although it might not seem immediately apt, this is the poem I would like to share today with you.
BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
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I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
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