When I was twelve my grandfather passed away. He was starting his car and he just fell down on the steering wheel, instantly. I remember my mom calling me at school and telling me she couldn’t come to my game because she had to go to the hospital. She never told me the true reason about why she had to leave but I had a gut feeling it wasn’t good. I found out from my chorus teacher because my mom and her are close friends. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. That was one of the worst days of my life.
When I think about him, I remember all of the things he did in the past. The things that helped people all of the years he lived. I forget about all of the things he did after he past away. How he saved families from having to say good-bye like I had to.
He donated some of his organs to help people in need. To help them have a better life or even have just a couple of hours more with the ones they loved. He donated his organs because he wanted to help save people. Some people would say that it is stupid to give up the things that belong to you, but I believe in organ donation. I believe in this because you don’t need your organs after you are dead and others that are fighting to be alive need them.
Soon I will have to make a decision that most people make. I will have to decide if I will donate my organs when I die. I will have to make this decision before I get my driver’s permit. It will show on my permit that I want to donate my organs when I pass away. This helps my family know that I want to donate if I pass away without telling them about donating my organs.
I think donating my organs will be helpful to a lot of people. It will help them live a little bit longer or to be with the ones who long for them to be totally healed. I think my grandfather understood this, because he helped a family in need. He helped a person like him live longer than anyone would have expected. I want to be like him. I want to donate my organs. This is what I believe.