In Thursday’s newspaper, I read a story about a guy named Enock.
He’s 20 and a high school graduate who wants to be a pharmacist. But without a lung transplant, he’s dying. The story, written by a couple of my colleagues, explained that while people need transplants, they’re on waiting lists but until they have enough money to afford after-care, they can’t get a spot on the waiting list.
It takes money to take care of a new organ, to take anti-rejection drugs for the rest of your life. It was determined that to make that happen, Enock’s family needed $10,000.
Yesterday, the general public blew my mind, because by Thursday night — the same day Enock’s story appeared in the paper — his name was added to the waiting list. His family hadn’t been given $10,000, though.
It had been given $40,000. In a day.
People, who are part of the same general public that disappoints on a daily basis, pooled their resources. Lots gave a little that, when added together, is the probably the biggest favor anyone could do for Enock.
That’s life. And that’s love.
To read the story that printed Thursday, click here.
To read the story that printed Friday — about all the donations — click here.