My name in Eleanor Eaton and in early June, just after the semester ended, my dear old friend Professor Clayton Dawson had a heart attack and was admitted to the hospital. We’d been colleagues for years at the University. We’d had no romantic involvement but were the very best of friends; so I rushed to be by his side. He managed to tell the staff
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You bring up very serious points. We should all know if we and our loved ones want to be organ donors or not. Personally, once I'm clearly not gonna make it, take what you can and help other still live.
Thanks for addressing a super important topic in a great and important way.
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I usually write non fiction so this was a good stretch for me and a chance to talk about issues I believe in. I have spelled out my wishes in my own AD and definitely want any part of me that's good to someone else to be used if possible. I'm with you on that score!
Thanks for reading and commenting! :)
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I'm glad you liked the story and thanks for commenting! :)
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Very nicely done!
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