A couple weeks ago on This American Life, one of the stories was about this girl who received a heart transplant when she was 11, and later became friends with the family of the boy whose heart was beating in her chest after he was killed by a gang.
I've been thinking about it late at night sometimes, about what that would be like to have someone else's heart beating for you. She said she was so overwhelmed, like she had to lead a good enough life for the both of them, since he couldn't. It made me check my self to see if I was living a life worthy of this heart that beats in my chest. Made me grateful.
But also I thought, what if I could give my heart to someone who really needed it? Would I do that? What if some other girl needed my heart to keep living and she had three kids and a husband who loved her, and this fulfilling life... I wonder if I could give up my heart for something like that. Someone who was doing more with her life than I was..
Just a weird thought.