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I was stunned. I knew no one who would make such a sacrifice. My family wouldn’t even visit me, let alone give me an organ. When I asked Marcus if he knew anything about it, he was uncharacteristically quiet. It wasn’t until later that evening, when he visited me in my hospital room before surgery, that the final pieces of the puzzle fell into place.
Marcus sat by my bed and confessed something he had been carrying for eight years. He told me about a night when he was driving home from work, exhausted and distracted. He had drifted into the oncoming lane and clipped a car, sending it spinning off the road. The driver survived the initial crash but suffered catastrophic internal injuries that led to chronic kidney failure. That driver was my wife, Jennifer.
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