{"id":5172,"date":"2016-08-17T06:15:20","date_gmt":"2016-08-17T06:15:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/?p=5172"},"modified":"2016-08-17T06:15:20","modified_gmt":"2016-08-17T06:15:20","slug":"a-letter-to-an-organ-donor-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/archives\/5172","title":{"rendered":"A letter to an organ donor"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>5A Wong Tsz Tung, Flora<\/p>\n<p><strong>A letter to an organ donor<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Dear Miss Heart,<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>It is a letter from the world you once lived. \u00a0My heart, which was once yours, is now pumping with thankfulness and joy for your kind and generous donation.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I could not describe how my soul was filled with enormous happiness by using words alone when I woke up after the transplant and found myself still alive. \u00a0I once thought that the death was rushing behind me before I was announced that I was chosen for the next donator\u2019s heart to have my transplant. \u00a0I had suffered from a severe heart disease since I was only a little girl and had been waiting impatiently for the suitable heart to cure my sickness. \u00a0I could not stop being envious when I saw people around me who were living normal lives running and jumping with their heart hitting the healthy beats. \u00a0However, desperately, I dreamt of being a normal young girl but it seemed that I had no chance to be one. \u00a0All I knew is that I was born to die. My life per se was like knocking on the door of death every day instead of living because on every single day I was ready for having my heart stop beating at any second. \u00a0I had no idea what I was living for with my cursed heart.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The heart you gave me is the biggest gift that I have ever received. \u00a0At the moment I woke up, I clearly felt the slight pumping on the left side of my chest, happily and thankfully. \u00a0For the first time in my life I felt myself living. \u00a0The sun seemed brighter than it usually was. The air smelt sweet like fresh apples. \u00a0Winds brushed through my skin softly with kindness in the way I\u2019d never noticed before.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>My life has been changed, definitely and indisputably. \u00a0I no longer need to undergo those sudden and massive pains from my chest when my heart disease was onset like an earthquake. \u00a0Although I still have to have regular checks at hospital, the doctor tells me that I am recovering rapidly and it is totally out of their expectations. \u00a0I am now going to school as other healthy students. \u00a0Never in my life have I imagined that I can join outdoor extra-curricular activities with my classmates as I can now. \u00a0I have met some new friends too. \u00a0When I tell them I am still alive because someone great donated her heart to me. \u00a0They are absolutely surprised and pay very high respect to the donor, who is you who saved and changed my whole life.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Organ donation is never an obligation. \u00a0Therefore I have a strong sense that I have to show my great appreciation and gratitude towards the decision you made while you were having a healthy life. \u00a0The heart I am having now is precious since it is donated by someone who is very generous and kind. \u00a0My life is different because of this and I will always be thankful for that. \u00a0Actions speak louder than words. \u00a0I promise to you that I will keep this precious gift and cherish the chance of having a second life till the day I meet you in the heaven.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Best regards,<\/p>\n<p>Flora<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"5A Wong Tsz Tung, Flor<strong>A letter to an organ dono<\/strong>Dear Miss HeartIt is a letter from the world you once lived. \u00a0My heart, which was once yours, is now pumping with thankfulness and joy for your kind and generous donation.I could not describe how my soul was filled with enormous happiness by using wo.........<a href=\"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/archives\/5172\" class=\"read-more\">Read More<\/a>","protected":false},"author":122,"featured_media":8474,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5172","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized","language-en","classlevel-s5","schoolyear-38"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5172","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/122"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5172"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5172\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5173,"href":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5172\/revisions\/5173"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/8474"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5172"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5172"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5172"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}