Some people hide from theirs.
Some people won't admit it's theirs.
Some people hate the attention.
Me? Not so much.
Tomorrow is my BIRTHDAY!
MY BIRTHDAY!!!! And all I want is...
|Shiny new lungs!!!|
I'm turning 33, so that's got to be lucky, right?
Hilda told me that her daughter saw a double rainbow and we all know that means double-lung transplant, right?
I'm okay with never getting another birthday present for the rest of my life if I can get new lungs tomorrow. I promise to treat them real good, as if they were my very own. I will love them, nurture them and protect them from all bad things (like smoke and people who lurk in the shadows waiting to abduct lungs).
I will never take them for granted and never forget that they come at a price. I will forever think about the person whose lungs live on inside me. I will think of them every day, as well as their family. I promise to do them proud and live life one miraculous deep breath at a time.
If the new lung thing doesn't happen, I will take one of these as a consolation prize: