I don't usually post on serious topics because . . . well . . . many avid readers seem to have an aversion to the real world. (Can dig it.) But this bears mentioning.
An employee of one of my publishers lost her 28-year-old daughter five months ago. (Names are not only unimportant here, they would violate privacy. You have to trust me on this one.) Said employee/mom just found out that her and her daughter's gift of organ and tissue donation has benefited -- get this -- 67 people. SIXTY-FREAKING-SEVEN. That's sixty-seven human beings whose lives have been prolonged and/or improved via one tragic death. That's one humble twenty-eight-year-old woman who's left behind an incomparable legacy.
Instead of rot, revival. I apologize for being so blunt, but that's what it comes down to.
I'm as big a believer in this as I am in adopting shelter animals and providing safe havens for victims of domestic violence and allowing GLBT persons to marry whomever they choose and curbing population growth. And that's BIG. So please, if you haven't already done so, modify your driver's licenses or living wills to allow for organ and tissue donation. What's the alternative, after all? Think about it.
I just hope those precious gifts didn't go to assholes. That's all I hope. Oh, and that I someday get my own penis. (Sorry, sorry. Just a touch of levity.)