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He explained that his wife had died waiting for a kidney that never came, and that on the day he first saw me, I was reading the exact same historical fiction novel she had been reading when she passed, with the bookmark in the same place. He took it as a sign that he was supposed to be there for me.
But yesterday, I learned that the sign went much deeper than a book. It started like any other Tuesday. I was hooked up to the machine in Chair 7 when a woman named Dr. Sarah Kellerman from the University Hospital transplant center approached me. She told me that a donor kidney had become available—not from the general list, but through a directed donation. Someone had specifically requested that their kidney go to me.
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