It may sound like a tall tale, but as revealed in the front page of my local newspaper today it’s all true.
As I sat at my kitchen counter drafting a letter to my benefactor, I decided to make one more call. I decided to leave one more message. What would be the harm? I thought about what to say, and rehearsed it a few times. Rehearsing for a phone message isn’t normal for me, but I wanted to convey my words in the right way. Time was slipping by, and I reached out to hold the door open. The door leading to my dreams blurring and merging into reality.
An eternal optimist. A believer. A dreamer of possible realities. This is how I’d describe myself. When things change in my life, even in the most awful ways, I prefer to believe that it is because there is something better around the corner on the cusp of entering my life. I didn’t always see things this way, but I have for many years now. It doesn’t mean I enjoy the dreadful moments and events that occur. But, I know to let go of them sooner, laugh loudly, and re-dream.
This is part of my way of being. Many people have tried to convince me that this is not a way to be. That this is not reality, but mere fantasy. When you’re life is on the line, you make choices. I chose to dig in deeper, and grow my roots firmly into this way of being. What’s the point in sharing this with you, dear reader? Because I wish for this story of mine to inspire you and give you hope.
I dream of fully recovering from kidney failure. I dream beyond this. Why does my recovery have to be enough? Perhaps I should go bigger, aim higher. So, I dream of helping others with what I’ve learned as a dialysis patient and about the potential of healing with stem cell medicine. For fourteen months I have been dreaming this.
I left a message, and then as before I hoped for a response. Within an hour my phone rang. My messages had been received. My voice had been heard. I listened as the person on the line explained what had happened with the check. There had been concern that the check had fallen into the wrong hands. “We would like to reissue the check”, said the man’s voice. “I am here in town, can you meet me for lunch?” Of course I replied with a resounding, “yes”.
“Om Mani Padme Hum” I repeated into the void of my car, as I drove to meet the employee of Ty Warner Hotels & Resorts the next day. Mantras come in handy, when you’re anxious or worried. Essentially they are a prayer repeated over and over. They connect you with the Divine. Whether a Tibetan Buddhist prayer like this one, or one to the Virgin Mary, they all speak to something higher than the self.
As I passed by him, I knew he was the man I was meeting for lunch. We sat down inside the Biltmore, and with a large smile he reassured me that Ty Warner wanted to reissue the donation check. He was warm and patient, as he listened to me talk about my pending stem cell treatment. This wasn’t all though. Ty Warner also wanted to support my efforts to bring attention to how stem cell medicine can help with kidney failure. “Astounding”, I thought. My second wish is also coming true: potentially helping thousands of people have more access to information, which might positively change their lives.
The faith I had in Ty Warner’s kindness, sincerity, and generosity is just. He is the donor I met that fateful day. He is the man, who extended his hand to hold mine through his car window. He is the man, who is opening his heart widely to help push my dreams forward. My deepest gratitude goes out to Ty Warner, and I don’t have enough words to express the “thank you” from my heart and Spirit.
Dreaming and believing open the doors to endless possibilities. Effort, work, and resilience will most likely be required on top of the dreaming. Yet, the doors will begin to open. I tell everyone that I will accomplish my dreams, and I disregard whatever negative or doubtful opinions they might have about them. After all, they’re my dreams, and I will continue to have them.
The best possible outcome in Joy & Health. This is my focus. This is what I see.