Adversity shall make my spirit strong enough to sustain my physical body. I shall defy nature’s survival of the fittest law. I am special to myself and living will be my destiny. Ch. 1

I envisioned what I perceived to be two translucent, winged angels floating above me with confused “what are you doing here?” expressions. One attempted to push at me as if to prevent my spirit from leaving my body. Ch. 8

I scoffingly stared into his eyes. “How can I be blessed if I was born with such a bad heart? I should already be dead. It’s the law of nature, you know. Survival of the fittest.”

“The indifference of nature only applies to the physical world, not the spiritual world,” he replied. Ch. 12

My mind and spirit versus my body entered into a contest for dominance. Ch. 22

Here’s the thing. In spite of how scared and depressed I became; I bounced back. I’m not sure exactly how, but my spirit seemed to take the control away from my freaked out brain. Maybe, my attitude reversal was an example of that overused phrase, “fighting spirit.” Ch. 27

A full moon, touching on the horizon, lay directly in front of us. The bright orb glowed an incandescent red-orange behind patches of parting clouds. It appeared as though we were driving right into it. It was ethereal, it was magical and it was profoundly spiritual. I felt a wave of warmth envelope my body. I didn’t know if my mind had played a mysterious trick on me, or if I had encountered some sort of supernatural phenomenon. I believed it to be an omen telling me that everything would be fine. Ch. 27

I felt reborn in a physical sense, reanimated with life. I sensed my organ donor’s soul had melded with mine into a kind of super soul. Barring any future complications, I was ready to face the world with a powerful spirit in spite of having a weak and broken, physical body. Ch. 29

When someone loses his or her life from sickness or from an accident, why should it be in vain? Multiple lives can be saved from a single organ donor. On a personal level, I think a donor’s spirit continues on, melding with the spirit of the recipient. I can think of no more beautiful an act than giving the Gift of Life. Ch. 30

For a bona fide, planet-lover like me, it was awe-inspiring and wondrous. I felt a spiritual affinity with all the wildlife roaming free in the mountains, on the plains, and in the forests. I was as much a part of them as they were of me. Ch. 35

My uncontrollable mood swings were something else again. That did bother everyone. At times, I became two different people, like some kind of a Jekyll and Hyde, schizoid girl. I felt as if I had a case of fecal encephalopathy or shit for brains. This alter ego was not part of my spiritual self. It was a separate, drug induced, mental parasite thing clinging to the fringes of my mind that made me feel sorry for myself, complain too much and become argumentative. There were many sunny days where I was my normal self, but when the bouts of negativity set in, my days became stormy ones. Ch. 35

“What do you mean? I’m not so brave.”

“Sara, do you believe in dual spirituality? I mean, that two souls can share one physical body?”

“I suppose so. Why not? There’s no reason why it couldn’t happen, I guess.”

Jane drew in a deep breath and in a broken voice said, “Sweetheart, You have my son’s heart and liver. Zack is your donor.” Ch. 39

I always believed that spiritually everything happened for a reason―everything. Random indifference belongs only in the physical world. The dichotomy between the two caused my yearning to experience all that is spiritual, which, of course, I could not knowingly do. I already have had quite enough experience with the physical world, thank you. Epilogue

Donating life is the greatest and noblest gift of spiritual love that can be made. Epilogue