She was sitting in the hospital’s Chapel.
“May I?” the young man asked.
“Sure.”
“Oscar,” he said, as he held his hand out.
“Janet.”
“Praying for someone?”
“My mom. She’s in surgery – heart transplant. What are you here for?”
“I’m an organ donor.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, got a call this morning that I’m a match.”
“Aren’t you scared you could die on the operating table?”
“Not any more,” he returned.
“Janet, I’ve got good news about your mom,” the nurse said, poking her head through the doorway. “Thanks to an organ donor, she’s gonna be okay.”
Janet turned; Oscar was gone.
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