In some states it's as simple as checking a box on the back of your driver's license card. But in practical terms, the process is a little more complex, and upon your demise your family will be asked about it and some simple paperwork will need to be processed.
One of the best movies that you will probably never get a chance to see is Jesus of Montreal. I was lucky enough to see it with a devoutly Catholic friend when it first came out back in 1990 or so. A great retelling of the story we all think we know anyways, it's worth hunting down.
In it, a struggling actor is asked to perform the yearly re-enactment of the Stations of the Cross outdoors on the hill that signifies the beautiful city of Montreal. There are many scenes in the movie that are synonymous with events from the story as told in the Bible, such as the trashing of the money-changers. Near the end, in the play-within-the-film atop Mount Royal, the lead character of the film is injured while upon the cross.
He dies. One of the memorable closing scenes of the movie includes a woman whose eye bandages are removed, and who can then see because of tissues donated from the body of the lead character. Another person receives the heart.
I think you know what I'm getting at here.
And you know what they say. "Donate Life."
Hey, it's free.
Does anybody out there recall the old Doonesbury sequence in which a conservative character gets a heart transplant and the donor was a liberal? If I had a few hours I'd search their archives for the correct link, but then I'd just get lost reading all the old strips. It's amazing what you find there.
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Timely post.
But in practical terms, the process is a little more complex, and upon your demise your family will be asked about it and some simple paperwork will need to be processed.
My wife and I are both donors and we've talked about it enough to know what we each want and expect.
I still think from time to time of Walter Payton who died for lack of a liver transplant. He was a great person on and off the football field. It was a loss we didn't need to sustain.
My nephew was killed in an automobile accident last year and we donated his organs. We found out that someone got his eyes, kidneys, and liver. They couldn't use his heart because it had been traumatized so much by the accident. He was only 18, 2 weeks out of high school.
On another note, when I lived in Chicago, I used to pass the offices of Walter Payton's racing team, Payton-Coyne Racing, that sit just off of I-55, southwest of Chicago. I passed by there when I would go home to my parents house to visit.
I recently went back to visit, and drove by there again. It no longer says Payton-Coyne Racing (it's some other name I can no longer recall). But I think I still have the headline page from the Chicago Tribune from the day he died.
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