If I Could Donate My Heart WEP

If I Could Donate My Heart WEP

Today is the Write . . . Edit . . . Publish bloghop aka
WEP. The theme for this month of November is SHARING. All participants can post anything they want
(a short story, poem, or even a story through pictures) about sharing. And its
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Back Story: I have been experiencing heart problems (non-life threatening) for almost two years now, and during the time when I was really scared I started to think about what it would be like to get a heart transplant. That train of thought eventually turned to donating my heart. This essay is very personal, and it is hard for me to share, but I do want to know what you think of it. :) It is 569words long.
If I Could Donate My HeartbyChrys FeyWhen someone is
waiting for a heart and receives one through an act of fate, they may never know where
their heart came from. This thought struck me with wonder. If I had a heart transplant,
I would want to know if the person was good or bad. I would want to know what
the heart had gone through before it was given to me. What kind of traumas did
it face? What kind of sorrows did it feel? What kind of triumphs made it beat
faster? Those are the things I would want to know about the strange heart
beating inside my chest . . . but what if my heart was being transplanted
into a foreign body? If I could donate my heart there are a few things I
would want the person receiving it to know. While the person
recovered I would want them to know we are sharing
the same heart. I may not have a body, but as long as my heart beats inside
theirs then I am still alive. I would want them to know theyd never be alone
as long as they breathed. I would always be with them as an angel, as a second heartbeat.
When they leave the
hospital, taking my heart with them, I would want to whisper in their ear to
take care of it for me, not to abuse it, not to take it for granted, and
definitely not to hate it. During my lifetime, it was a reliable heart. They must keep it beating, because the
moment they die I will die all over again.As they live their
new life with their new heart, I would want to tell them about the struggles my
heart had faced during my life, like the scars that might be left on it from my
childhood. I would want them to know I had built a wall around my heart to keep
it protected, a wall that still might exist within them. I would want to apology
to them, because taking down that wall could be a struggle, extending trust
could prove to be difficult, and finding love could be a challenge. But if they
wanted to trust and love, they would see my heart would be up for the
opportunity. If they do fall in
love, I would want them to know I had never been
truly, madly, deeply, earth-shatteringly in love, so while they fall in love I
am falling in love too. I would want to thank them for letting my heart feel
the lovely phenomenon for the first time.
On their deathbed, I
would want them to know it'd be okay to let our heart stop beating; it
lived two great lives. And when they pass into the light, I want them to be
comforted by the fact that I'd be there to welcome them with open arms, to
thank them for the journey they took my heart on. Then I would place their hand
on my transparent form and show them my heart hadnt really left me after all.
And with their other hand on their chest, I would tell them it belonged to both
of us, that the reasonwhy I was born was to provide a single heart
for two lives.
If I could donate my
heart . . . that is what I would want the person receiving it to know. ©