My wife Christy and I met in college. She was a Nursing major; I was studying Exercise Science. Let’s be honest: I wasn’t doing a ton of studying. When I asked Christy to meet in our college library, I wanted to get to know her better, not learn more about the history of Western art.
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- This week I raced my bike in the 2015 World Transplant Games in Mar del Plata, Argentina
- I pushed the pedals hard and won the 5k time trial
- I pushed the pedals hard and won the 20k road race
- This event is full of truly great and humbling stories from across the world. It was an honor to compete with other amazing transplant athletes.
Louisa, means ‘famed warrior’. My daughter’s name embodies the qualities I admire most in my wife; courage, humility, toughness, and resilience.
At 2 ½, I doubt my daughter thinks much about what it means to be a warrior. For now, she’s all about bubbles.
Taking in deep breaths of air, it seemed beyond belief that I was experiencing a vitality of life impossible to comprehend nearly six months earlier. As we rolled past palm trees and shoreline, sharing scars of donation and transplantation, I introduced Jacob to his first ride along the Pacific Coast Highway.
Two men, one organ.