tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9624189777630942122024-03-20T07:10:32.251-04:00Another Second Chance ...God's storyThis Blog is part of the "Another Second Chance ...God's story" book site.
How a stranger's kidney saved my life
...And my brother's too!
By Author Troy Lewis.
It will be filled with inspiring stories that happened along the way.
And afterwards. As well as interesting facts on organ donation and transplantation.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07697327403208193387noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962418977763094212.post-30462534346635186932012-12-05T07:11:00.000-05:002012-12-05T11:06:55.645-05:00A "Blog Hop" or a "Treasure Hunt"? You decide...<span lang="EN"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Welcome to my FIRST "Blog Hop"</span></strong><br />
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For those who aren’t familiar with a blog hop, to me it’s kind of like a treasure hunt – <br />
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Once you find something on one blog you hop on over to the next blog link for more treasure. In this case, the treasure is a wealth of new and exciting books. Some are still being written, some are just being released, and some have been out for a little while. Either way, for book lovers . . . It’s a treasure hunt and I’d like to thank <a href="http://wakeupanddreamcatalyst.blogspot.com/p/about-dr-lavi.html" target="_blank">Dr. Barbara Lavi</a> for tagging me to participate. <br />
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Dr. Lavi is the author of <a href="https://store.thinthreads.com/ProductDetails.asp?ProductCode=9012-03" target="_blank">The Wake Up And Dream Challenge, How to transform your life & change the world</a>. There are 21 versions of the book, since it is more than
a self help book. Each version is the same, but 1/2 of the profits from each
book sold go to a different charity. The charities help people reach their
dreams<br />
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To get more information on Dr. Lavi, "Hop" on over to her Blog here: <a href="http://wakeupanddreamcatalyst.blogspot.com/">http://wakeupanddreamcatalyst.blogspot.com/</a></span><span lang="EN"></span><br />
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<strong>In this particular hop I answer 10 questions . . . you get to learn about my current book (Another Second Chance) and some of the “behind the book” Q&A.</strong><br />
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<strong>When it’s all said & done . . . comments and questions are always welcome.</strong> <br />
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<u>HERE ARE THE 10 INTERVIEW QUESTIONS </u><br />
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<strong>1. What is the working title of your book?</strong><br />
My book is called Another Second Chance. The sub-title is …God’s Story<br />
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<strong>2. Where did the idea come from for the book?</strong><br />
Through my experiences of tribulation, suffering, near death, and ultimately.. Victory! God created this AMAZING story through my life and the lives of everyone involved! This modern day bible story (of God’s awesome sovereignty) will bring Hope and encouragement to others going through their own struggles in life. This story is proof that God is always in control, He is still creating Miracles today, Power of prayer works, and that blessings can come when you least expect them… Even in the most bleak situations.<br />
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I know, because I am living proof. <br />
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<strong>3. What genre does your book fall under?</strong><br />
Non-Fiction - Memoir - Christian Living - Inspirational<br />
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<strong>4. Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?</strong><br />
Oh WOW! Lets have some fun with this one! lol<br />
My wife would definitly be played by Jennie Garth. Since she has always been told "that's who she looks like"<br />
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Me? Oh I don't know.. Maybe Matt Damon or Brad Pitt? lol<br />
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5. What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?</strong><br />
How a stranger’s kidney saved my life… And my brother’s too!<br />
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<strong>6. Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?</strong><br />
Another Second Chance is self published through a Non-Traditional Publishing company called <a href="http://www.writingcareercoachpress.com/" target="_blank">“Writing Career Coach Press”.</a><br />
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<strong>7. How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?</strong><br />
I started writing in February of 2011. Started and stopped a number of times… But once it was in full motion and the writing was consistently being crafted, the first draft was completed in two months. The final draft was completed by October of 2011. <br />
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I held the book in my hands for the first time on December 7, 2011 <br />
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<strong>8. What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?</strong><br />
I have been told that it has the same feel to “90 Minutes in Heaven” and others of that style.<br />
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<strong>9. Who or What inspired you to write this book?</strong><br />
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</strong>He has many names... Elohim, Yahweh, I am, Jesus, Jehovah, Hope, Love, The Sovereign Creator of the Universe.. The one who gave it all for me, so that I could live. I call Him God!<br />
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Imagine yourself for a moment.. You have battled for your life. Your exhausted and tired of fighting... It seemed as though the odds were always stacked against you.. Things looked absolutely hopeless as you lay in intensive care.. waiting on the inevitable...<br />
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Then 48 hours later, the "Giver of Life" reaches down and hands you a second chance at life in the most dramatic way! And with it... A Story that only He could of created!...<br />
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What would you have done?! <br />
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I decided to write this book!!<br />
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10. What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?</strong><br />
The fact that it is not just my story, but is every ones story! Because it's God's Story! A story that He creates in all of our lives through the trials and sufferings that we are chosen to endure. Through these trials come God's 2nd greatest gift... Our testimony! <br />
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This book will be a resource of inspiration and encouragement to read over and over again.. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I would like to thank Dr. Lavi once again for inviting me to this "Blog Hop"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Be sure to check out these great Authors coming up next week!! Visit all of their Blogs and see what they have to offer!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Lynn West</span><br />
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<a href="http://natolifreelance.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size: large;">http://natolifreelance.blogspot.com/</span></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07697327403208193387noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962418977763094212.post-43881845367667074132012-11-14T00:30:00.000-05:002012-11-14T00:30:00.052-05:0021 Ways to Celebrate Gratitude <br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Idea #6: Create a Thanksgiving Paper Chain<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Idea #6:</b><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Create a Thanksgiving paper chain by writing
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">One way to
live life to the fullest is to live each day with a grateful heart. In this
book, we share 21 stories of gratitude to give you encouragement and hope in
your own journey. Gratitude is possible! Even though many times we cannot
change our circumstances, we can change the way we see them. We can ask God to
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for you is that you find encouragement within these pages. And we pray that you
will ask God for His strength to renew your mind with His truth and the hope He
offers each one of us every day. It is only through Christ renewing our minds
that we can truly live each day with a grateful heart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: Arial;"> </span></o:p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><i>“And do
not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your
mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of
God.”</i> Romans 12:2 (NKJV)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008AWLN24"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial;">21
Days of Gratitude Challenge</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial;">: <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Take
the 21 days of gratitude challenge to celebrate Thanksgiving this year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You can do this by yourself or as a family. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Prayers of Gratitude</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial;">:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Read a prayer
of gratitude for 21 days to focus your heart on God and all He has given us. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2jQTGmvl3e2U4HUsXxHX9CtZi-Ldx83FG3taSKOeNDAtX2HiQMejdXIHztF9STsrQIwB6eA8BInuxaUYNKwkJ_WRpWrLwvWyAxG99UI054zSrCrBL0QbP3eI8JWPRAZGf4tltUpOfAfeP/s1600/shelley-hitz-author-of-a-life-of-gratitude-series.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2jQTGmvl3e2U4HUsXxHX9CtZi-Ldx83FG3taSKOeNDAtX2HiQMejdXIHztF9STsrQIwB6eA8BInuxaUYNKwkJ_WRpWrLwvWyAxG99UI054zSrCrBL0QbP3eI8JWPRAZGf4tltUpOfAfeP/s1600/shelley-hitz-author-of-a-life-of-gratitude-series.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial;">Shelley Hitz
has been writing and publishing books since 2008. She is also the author of the
website, </span><a href="http://www.findyourtruebeauty.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial;">FindYourTrueBeauty.com</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial;">,
that reaches thousands of girls each month around the world. Her openness and
vulnerability as she shares her own story of hope and healing will inspire and
encourage you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Shelley has
been ministering to teens since 1998 alongside her husband, CJ. They currently
travel and speak to teens and adults around the country. Shelley’s main passion
is to share God’s truth and the freedom in Christ she has found with others.
She does this through her books, websites and speaking engagements.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">You can find
more about Shelley at </span><a href="http://www.shelleyhitz.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial;">www.ShelleyHitz.com</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial;"> or
invite her to speak at your event here: </span><a href="http://www.christianspeakers.tv/" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial;">www.ChristianSpeakers.tv</span></a><o:p><a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009YWM3WI" target="_blank">http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009YWM3WI</a></o:p></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07697327403208193387noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962418977763094212.post-39979998749293703302012-07-28T07:49:00.000-04:002013-07-28T08:50:08.300-04:00Walk with me and see. What a difference a miracle makes!<span lang="EN"><br />
<strong>Here is a trip down memory lane. Or should I say valley... Would you walk with me? In celebration of this special day.. </strong><br />
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I can remember it like it was yesterday…<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiImBGZSDSO9iK3KiflfbpdAgIq3ajmly4J4m-Z_IaWSFXl70yYNXM6MvIslIko2rDys8pO6DSCpE8PH7KKilZSE3LaMc2-O9iEeh5p8svBpNsGkJPIwQy7eOpTLxItqgeBY8yOfI4DgmWO/s1600/100_1166.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiImBGZSDSO9iK3KiflfbpdAgIq3ajmly4J4m-Z_IaWSFXl70yYNXM6MvIslIko2rDys8pO6DSCpE8PH7KKilZSE3LaMc2-O9iEeh5p8svBpNsGkJPIwQy7eOpTLxItqgeBY8yOfI4DgmWO/s320/100_1166.jpg" width="320" /></a>Stephanie and I were waiting patiently, in what was an all too familiar place. My hospital room It felt like forever since I had been home. Even when I had been, my mind was always in a fog and all I did was sleep. But now things were going to be much different. I was heading home with the ultimate do over.. Another chance at life!<br />
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As we waited, I gazed at Stephanie., thinking about all that had taken place in the last week…<br />
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Just a five days earlier… My body was shutting down, it had seen it’s limit. I was dying.<br />
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<b><u>Chapter 19 - Walking in the valley<br />
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Page 165<br />
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<i>“A new sensation now grabbed hold. Panic followed by something odd. It was a cold, hollow, empty feeling. With no frame of reference that was the best way I can explain it. Tied to it was a sense of pain and panic. Was this what death felt like?<br />
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I sat up on the edge of the bed and I looked down. Sweat continued streaming down my arms. I felt weak. Maybe I really was dying. I didn’t know. I’d had so many different ailments and feelings by this time. This was very different. This was a scary emptiness.<br />
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Something was very wrong.<br />
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My kidneys were shutting down and my body was going into defense mode. It had been pushed to the brink.<br />
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“Steph-a-nie.” My voice was barely more than a strained whisper.<br />
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How she heard me, I will never know…”<br />
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<i>“Then, they put me into an ambulance and hauled me up to Toledo Hospital.<br />
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Things blurred past. From one hospital to the next. From the dialysis unit to my own room. The next 14 hours I struggled to stay awake and alive. At 4:00 a.m., I was moved from the room I’d been in over to the ICU where I was put on nitroglycerine to control the blood pressure. It had been 22 straight hours of shuffling.”<br />
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I surrendered to God, accepting defeat to death. Laying in intensive care, I new my time was finished unless a miracle happened..<br />
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<em>"Lord If you take me I’m yours.. And if you leave me here I’m yours Lord. So whether you take me or leave me, I’m yours”</em><br />
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Those were the words I prayed to God as I lay there…<br />
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48 hours later.. God gave my life back to me. And I have pledged to make sure it was worth saving!<br />
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I remember leaving the hospital that day. It was a hot, dog day of August. The sun was making it’s way down to dusk. I had a feeling of complete peace, freedom, and tranquility. It felt as if I had been cleansed and given a new beginning..<br />
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As we pulled out of the parking lot, I reached over and turned on the radio. The Lord had provided the perfect song. A victory song for this very moment..<br />
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This is the song that was just starting on the radio… Born Again by Third Day. Click Play and imagine for a moment as you keep reading…<br />
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I just gazed out the window at the sun setting, with a smile on my face that would not leave. Tears began to well up… Till they over flowed. My heart was humbly overflowing with love and appreciation of everyone that had ever prayed and believed, and even those that prayed and doubted. You were not alone, there were many times I did too..<br />
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I thought about those that were tested and the ones that couldn’t. Though I don’t know who you all are, your courage, generosity, potential sacrifice and Christ like love was a gift from God. You were my inspiration at dire times of need, just when things seemed hopeless.<br />
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There were those that called to see how I was doing, those that would just sit with me and give me there time and friendship, and those that sent cards of encouragement.<br />
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To my family, friends, my brother Tony, and a Stranger who is now a friend. My life would not be the same with out you!!!<br />
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I praise God for you all!! May you all be blessed abundantly!! Because you have blessed me more than you will ever know…<br />
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I am now off this morning to run my first 5K for the Transplant Games of America. <br />
Who would have thought… Two years ago I finished a race for my life, one that I shouldn't have. But God seen me through to the finish line..<br />
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Now I will be running another Race to commemorate and celebrate the first... <br />
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<strong>What a difference a miracle makes!! </strong><br />
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Thanks for walking down the lane with me.. Will you say a little prayer for me today? And praise God for your own blessings.<br />
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<strong>Praise God for Romans 8:28 on this date of 7-28!</strong><br />
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<em><strong>Rom 8:18</strong> I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us.</em> <br />
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<em><strong>Rom 8:28 "And we know that in all things God works for the good <sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-28145A" title="See cross-reference A">A</a>)"></sup> of those who love him, who<sup> </sup>have been called <sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-28145B" title="See cross-reference B">B</a>)"></sup> according to his purpose."</strong></em> <br />
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<em><strong>Rom 8:31</strong> "What, then, shall we say in response to these things? <sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-28148A" title="See cross-reference A">A</a>)"></sup> If God is for us, <sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-28148B" title="See cross-reference B">B</a>)"></sup> who can be against us?"</em> <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>The walk continues…</strong></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07697327403208193387noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962418977763094212.post-58106092039380865152012-07-25T19:36:00.000-04:002012-07-25T19:36:16.385-04:00A Tribute and Prospective from the Wife and Caregiver...<br />
On July 28, I will be celebrating my two year anniversary of God's gift of the ultimate mulligan. <br />
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My second chance at life. The two year mark is a major milestone for any transplant survivor. It's a sign that you've made it out of the woods (as long as you take care of your self) <br />
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I will be posting a number of amazing and touching "back stories" in celebration. I hope you will join me in celebrating God's story! Be inspired and touched as we journey together. Not just through my life, but through some of the people that made it possible!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Julie Julian & Stephanie Lewis<br />
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This is a follow up to Chapter 14 titled <strong><u> Hanging in there </u></strong>! My wife Stephanie, was my caregiver and always there for me. This post is for the caregivers and wives out there.. It is also a Tribute to my donor FAMILY. The Julians...<br />
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<u><strong>Another Second Chance ...God's Story </strong></u><br />
<strong><u>-Page 124</u></strong><br />
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<em>"You'll understand that when you go through extreme moments like this, it's worse for the people looking in.</em><br />
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<em>When I was going through it, I was in the eye of the hurricane. It was almost peaceful. Everything around me was completely chaotic. There were tests and trips, emotional highs and lows, but in the middle it was both agonizing and peaceful.</em><br />
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<em>My sole focus was on getting well. Stephanie shouldered the burden of what I couldn't do. If you are, or have been a caregiver to someone going through a major illness or disease, your support means more to them than they can ever express to you."</em><br />
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You may have read the book and heard the story. You may know about the "Stranger from a Thousand miles away", BUT YOU HAVE NOT HEARD IT from his WIFE'S prospective!! <br />
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Read below how God was working back then, behind the scenes!! I WAS BLOWN AWAY!!...<br />
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<strong><u>Julie Julian (Donor's Wife) wrote:</u></strong><br />
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The months prior to July 28, <strong>2010 </strong>seemed to move at a snail's pace. Life moved along as normally as it had been except for a monthly drive to UC Hospital for another test, evaluation or "sample" delivery. One day in early May, Jay got the call from UCH saying he had been approved...to be an altruistic kidney donor.<br />
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There was nothing other than sheer joy in Jay's voice when he told me the news. It was as if he had won the lottery except he wasn't getting a dime. He was willingly and joyfully giving- taking on the risk of death to save the life of a man he did not know. To this day, I am still amazed by my husband's selflessness. <br />
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In the hospital on July 28th at 7:00 am, doctor after doctor came by to shake the hand of a man who was a "hero" in their words. <br />
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I kissed Jay, told him I loved him and walked to the waiting room. I waited alone for about an hour before our friend Tony came to wait with me. Around 8:45 am, Jay's doctor entered the waiting room to tell me Jay was out of surgery and doing well AND that his kidney looked great and was on the way to Ohio. <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKj3RUMkrRe32pUZDIsRv0NGj9ugeiRpuqRs6Ug0_SpHnv89i1k4eyzjyF85DPHoO3JjCWtor2tnhG9geCQf8aMZKoJmFp-jFBj4bYmM81UmAVUkQ6iqUSAtbOtukdUz6j2deSC17zEWEv/s1600/juli.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKj3RUMkrRe32pUZDIsRv0NGj9ugeiRpuqRs6Ug0_SpHnv89i1k4eyzjyF85DPHoO3JjCWtor2tnhG9geCQf8aMZKoJmFp-jFBj4bYmM81UmAVUkQ6iqUSAtbOtukdUz6j2deSC17zEWEv/s320/juli.jpg" width="320" /></a>At 8:30 pm that night, I left the hospital and drove the short distance to the hotel I was staying at until Jay was discharged. The moment I got into the hotel room I let go and a rush of emotion took over me. Tears came flooding down my face. Jay was okay. I still had my husband to share life with AND now a wife in Ohio had her husband too. <br />
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In the days that followed, I was all about taking care of Jay and getting him home. All Jay kept asking about was the recipient. Was he doing okay? Was the kidney working for him? He didn't complain about his own pain or discomfort at all.<br />
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Jay has always been a risk taker. He dreams big and speaks honestly. As a result, he has been criticized and judged by those who saw what they wanted to see. Those of us who are not risk takers think that they are "loose cannons" or don't think before they act. <br />
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In reality, Jay's "risks" are fueled by a passionate, adventurous spirit that is moved to action while the rest of us sit and wait for a "sign". <br />
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Yet after walking through the fire of criticism and getting burned, Jay quietly and courageously listened to the grace filled, loving voice that said, "I know who you are, what you have done for Me and how much you truly love people, so I want you to do something that most people are not strong enough or willing to do."<br />
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There is a saying that our true character is revealed when no one is looking. <br />
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On July 28, 2010, I believe that the One who was looking knew all along that He needed a risk taking, selfless and brave "maverick" to step up to the plate and demonstrate love and grace in a powerful way. That is the man of character I am privileged to call my husband.<br />
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Jay~ thank you for being passionate about life, speaking honestly when others won't and showing me that when you give generously we always have enough.<br />
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<strong>I was so blessed when I read this the first time! And I have been every time since! I Hope you were as well..</strong><br />
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<strong>I would be honored, if you would hit the "Follow" button to keep up with the posts. I would also encourage you to "share" it on your facebook pages.</strong><br />
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<strong>Rom 12:1 Therefore, I urge you, brothers, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God—this is your spiritual act of worship.</strong><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">The walk continues...</span></em></strong><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07697327403208193387noreply@blogger.com11516 River Dr, Fremont, OH 43420, USA41.32500591730453 -83.13367366790771541.322024917304532 -83.138609167907717 41.327986917304528 -83.128738167907713tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962418977763094212.post-10517495366049722502012-01-16T19:06:00.000-05:002012-01-16T19:39:35.964-05:00The First "Lost Story" that didn't make the book!<strong><u>The first "Sequel Chapter" to Another Second Chance ...God's Story!!</u></strong><br />
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There were many small interesting God stories that didn't make the book. Over the next year I am going to write many of them (and the new ones that continue to happen). So be sure to hit the <strong>"Follow"</strong> button to be notified every time a new one is posted. And if you haven't gotten the book yet.. What are you waiting for? Hit the "Buy the book" button to the right! (you won't be disappointed)<br />
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This is a follow up to chapter 11 with the nurse (Heather) at dialysis. She (in the white coat) just bought a copy of the book and sent me a review. I was blown away...<br />
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<strong><u>Another Second Chance - Page 98:</u></strong><br />
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<em>Three nurses stood in front of me, alternating between glances at me and then my numbers. They had something like a coy smirk. It was similar to that of an older sister who understands something her little brother doesn't.</em><br />
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<em>Finally I couldn't take it anymore, and smiling I said, "What!?"</em><br />
<br />
<em>A Woman I later learned was named Heather said, <strong>"We are looking at your numbers and we are looking at you. We know that you are still going to work and getting around. By the look of these numbers, you should look a lot worse than you do and be in a bed somewhere."</strong></em><br />
<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYyY3Qaz0nM4P1IvpngwnKL7KnliEtVtVXySuIWqPHp63D6KqRJuZ_2qYI7lPTDD0Fvkoz3CmjJbMmHsDOb3xhL3pse5CuwyDN91NazmVj2ptJRb8Xm7rSP1oRPKvzmb3XYQoUxHhVXHUc/s1600/Jan+14+-+The+first+book+signing+064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYyY3Qaz0nM4P1IvpngwnKL7KnliEtVtVXySuIWqPHp63D6KqRJuZ_2qYI7lPTDD0Fvkoz3CmjJbMmHsDOb3xhL3pse5CuwyDN91NazmVj2ptJRb8Xm7rSP1oRPKvzmb3XYQoUxHhVXHUc/s320/Jan+14+-+The+first+book+signing+064.JPG" width="320" /></a><em>I just smiled.</em><br />
<br />
<em>Stephanie immediately seized the opening to tell them about the journey we had experienced so far and how we continued to beat the odds-even with the disease's progression...</em><br />
<br />
<br />
1-14-2012 - Heather wrote...<br />
<br />
"I told you I would read your book in a day! I just got done with it. Awesome! It
made me laugh, cry, think, and get inspired! Your writing was great. I loved the
verses, as each one was so fitting for that chapter. <br />
<br />
That alone was God
inspired! <br />
<br />
So, I had to let you know that today is the 2nd time your story has
touched me personally. Let me explain...<br />
<br />
I don't know if you and steph remember
this or not, but when you were getting dialysis, I talked to you alot about how
I was praying for you two. <br />
<br />
Its a little scary to discuss God with my patients
because there are so many rules in my line of work. We are never to push our
personal beliefs off on to others of course, but also because of the setting
there, we have to be careful we don't offend those around us who might be
listening.<br />
<br />
I felt like at times I was a little bolder than what was allowed, as I talked about how I was praying for a specific day for
you to get a transplant and how I also felt an urgency about it. <br />
<br />
Dialyzing you
was a little nerve wracking! I needed strength and wisdom from God just to do it
because you were so sick. I feel honored to have had an opportunity to have met
you both, God coordinated me working those evening hours that summer, as I
trained a new nurse. If I had worked the hours I usually work(3:30am-4pm) I
never would have met you! <br />
<br />
Anyway, Steph took the time one evening in the middle
of your hard times with dialysis to find my home phone number. She called me and
said I was an angel for praying and encouraging you guys. That meant so much to
me and I will never forget it! <br />
<br />
When you pray for those you don't know super well,
it's a bit hard to know if its okay with them or not. I needed that
encouragement to know I was doing the right thing and hadn't passed over my
professional boundaries! In fact, I still use that call from her to encourage me
to pray for others to this day! <br />
<br />
Her voice was so sweet and sincere! Thank her
for me. <br />
<br />
So, today, I was so looking forward to reading your book. I have been in
a bit of a spiritual rut lately. I know it and God knows it and He has been
patiently waiting for me to get closer again. <br />
<br />
I love how single verses can say
so much. I used to look up verses every morning and send them to about 35 people
on my phone each day. I stopped doing that and my bible reading suffered for it.<br />
<br />
There was something so inspiring about the way those verses were woven into each
part of your story. I'm feeling a renewed sense of strength tonight I haven't felt
in awhile! <br />
<br />
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So, thank you for sharing this amazing God story! He is so good!! How
does He do it?! God bless!"<br />
<br />
<strong>-Heather</strong> <br />
<br />
<br />
<strong>Who could have known that this was going on behind the scenes?? I know that I didn't! </strong><br />
<br />
<strong>But GOD did!!</strong><br />
<br />
I feel that I should write a verse that fits this story. Just for my "Angel" Heather...<br />
<br />
<strong>1Corinthians 2:9 <em>- "No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him"</em></strong><br />
<br />
<strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">The walk continues...</span></em></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07697327403208193387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962418977763094212.post-12832974920447146302012-01-08T19:56:00.001-05:002012-01-10T13:30:10.758-05:00Confirmation at the Book Store II ...God did it again!<div id="AOLMsgPart_1_6ba8079b-3df5-4258-aabc-ddb1715c5776">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1-8-2012
<strong><u>Confirmation at the Book Store II ...God did it again!</u></strong></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A week ago I wrote about an encounter with
Phil Dinovo at the Holy Family Book Store. Well! God went and did it again!
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Last week I cold called and spoke with a lady named Jane,
from "The Bookshelf II". She's the owner of this new & used book store in
Fostoria, OH. I called to ask if she would put "Another Second Chance" in her
book store. </span></div>
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</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>"Can you give me a little bit of
information?"</em></strong> Jane asked.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>"About me or the book?"</em></strong> I said laughing since
I wasn't sure.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She laughed <strong>"<em>Well, lets start with the book".</em>
</strong>I began to tell her about the book, myself, and why I wrote the book.
How God had worked through the whole experience and that I would be doing an
interview in a local publication.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaquE_iQOjJIMbfjRsVS4eYe4g2TjMCM8W2Da9dPFJ1pvjqr6F7yk6OFsqS4INuzw33da1TfrCD8l8tezGx_M4QoUVevhqrxjfRz_3VbPLyu8xIx_WqF2WR1XKBGoflxRsIE3F3iXIYnmU/s1600/Book+shelf+II.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaquE_iQOjJIMbfjRsVS4eYe4g2TjMCM8W2Da9dPFJ1pvjqr6F7yk6OFsqS4INuzw33da1TfrCD8l8tezGx_M4QoUVevhqrxjfRz_3VbPLyu8xIx_WqF2WR1XKBGoflxRsIE3F3iXIYnmU/s320/Book+shelf+II.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>"I would love to sell them here! Bring your books in
and a flyer that sais "Another Second Chance Sold Here". I will post your flyers
in the front window."</em></strong> She said. Jane informed me that "The
Bookshelf II" would be open on Saturday and I could drop them off
then. </span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When this Saturday (Jan. 7) rolled around, I found myself
winding down Rt. 12 on a beautiful sunny morning. There was a parking spot rite
in front of the store with my name all over it! I opened the passengers side
door, grabbed my box of books, flyers for Jane, then walked into the
store.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There were 2 ladies standing in the front of the store looking
at me as I walked in with looks on their faces of "who are you and what do you
want". I smiled and chuckled as I asked <strong>"Is Jane
here?"</strong></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>"No. She is in Pennsylvania and I am going to pick her
up. That is why we are closing early today"</em> </strong>The one lady answered
nearest to the cash register. It became obvious to me at that point, she was in
charge. </span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>"Oh, I didn't know you were closing early
today."</em></strong> I said, not being sure what to say from there.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>"What did you need?"</em> </strong>She asked. I began to
explain who I was and that I had spoken with Jane earlier in the week.
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She looked over at the other gal and said <strong><em>"Oh, he's
that local author she spoke of." </em></strong>She looked back at me<strong><em> "Yeah she told me you might be coming."
</em></strong>She told me to put the books on the counter. Then she went on about how
busy her schedule was that day. </span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It appeared that she was the daughter of Jane (I never did
catch her name). She told of her upcoming trip to Pennsylvania and all that she
had to do to get ready. </span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She began to talk about her father and the fact that he was at
dialysis. Her story went on about her father. He's around 75. She told of how the doctors had
written him off, that he had only a certain amount of time to live. The doctors told the family that dialysis wouldn't help him much longer. Then they got a second opinion and took him to a different dialysis
center. That was 3 years ago...</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaSP9eqlsLDKvlAfwJofhQYKn1SXVYv8P0do_1SFfwrM6aqsnVQFJNa8YUTN7ehJlwrkaJZzmdABBKqR85G5qmMQJwT5wuvnXxww9EZcWv7qhwZ8bF4ZRJ-noT4Io6D424f76VzxfVsEj6/s1600/383768_289240641113267_139429229427743_735354_1060633513_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaSP9eqlsLDKvlAfwJofhQYKn1SXVYv8P0do_1SFfwrM6aqsnVQFJNa8YUTN7ehJlwrkaJZzmdABBKqR85G5qmMQJwT5wuvnXxww9EZcWv7qhwZ8bF4ZRJ-noT4Io6D424f76VzxfVsEj6/s1600/383768_289240641113267_139429229427743_735354_1060633513_n.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I just looked at her as I struggled to get my box of books
open. I finally pulled the lid open as she continued. Her dad was at the Fremont
Dialysis Center. The same place that I was at for my dialysis treatment. She
went on about how great the staff was. She told of a lady that she deals with
all the time that she just loves. She told of how her dad has a goal! He wants
to see his granddaughter graduate from high school...</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The granddaughter is in the 6th grade ...</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She paused...</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I just stood there looking at her in disbelief, knowing that
God had done it again!</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I turned to her, my face expressing my amazement, my voice was
almost pleading <strong>"<em>Do you have any idea what this book is
about?..."</em></strong> I asked. She just stood there shaking her head no slowly
with a strong look of compassion on her face. Waiting intensely for my
reply.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>"This is about a kidney transplant..."</em> </strong>I said
as we paused for just a moment. I could see the look on her face evolving to
amazement. "<strong><em>This is a story about a God directed journey that led to a
miraculous kidney transplant. My transplant! That saved not just my life, but my
brother's too! We were saved by a stranger who stepped forward to give his
kidney to someone he believed needed it. He was led by God! That's why it's
called "God's Story".</em></strong></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>"Oh, my."</em> </strong>She said. <strong><em>"So I need to
read this and I'm going to need a box of hankies?"</em></strong> she
asked.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>"I believe you will."</em></strong> I said. </span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She then reached across the counter, next to the cash register
and grabbed a book off of an easel. Then said<strong> <em>"Down goes Glenn Beck's
book".</em></strong><em> </em>Then grabbed my book, smiled at me and said <strong>"<em>Up goes
"Another Second Chance ...God's Story"</em></strong></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was just beaming with excitement, shaking my head, as she
went on about the new book.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As I got ready to leave, I looked back at her and said
<strong><em>"You know that lady you told me about at the Fremont Dialysis Center
that you just love?"</em></strong></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>"Yeah?"</strong> </em></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>
</em></span><br />
<div>
<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>"That's my sister-in-law Debbie..
</em></span></strong></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>
</em></span><br />
<div>
<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>God used her in a mighty way during my journey. I
wrote about it in the book."</em></span></strong></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I could tell by the look on her face that God had created
another fan of his story. The one that is still being written through the lives
of people just like YOU.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I walked out of the store into a beautiful January day,
blessed.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Knowing that God had done it once
again!</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">
</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <strong><em>The walk continues...</em></strong></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07697327403208193387noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962418977763094212.post-18778746121622990522012-01-04T20:38:00.000-05:002012-01-04T20:38:03.838-05:00It just hit me... I really wrote a book.<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">It was Saturday morning
on December 31st. New Years Eve! I was feeling a little lazy and trying to get
enough ambition to drive around and deliver books to some of the book stores
that were going to carry "Another Second Chance". The morning was creeping
towards noon when the phone rang.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><strong>"Hi Troy, this is Cindy Auxter how are
you?"</strong> she said with the sweetest voice. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I've known Cindi for a long time, but hadn't spoke with her for years. I was friends with
her kids in the small town that we grew up in. (Lindsey, OH) My mind began
to race, wondering why she was calling me. Cindi began to explain that her
husband had just read an article in the LifeStyle monthly publication that is
distributed along the north cost of Lake Erie. </span><br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YoAemKU99is/TwT9s3TDGqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jyj1sx4Qnck/s1600/jan12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YoAemKU99is/TwT9s3TDGqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jyj1sx4Qnck/s1600/jan12.jpg" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><strong>"I didn't know that you had a kidney transplant! How
are you doing now?"</strong> she asked.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><strong>"I'm doing great!"</strong> I said in a hurry. I was
immediately more interested in where and how her husband got ahold of the
January publication in December. I was suppose to have the books in the book
stores before the publication came out. Here I was sitting in my lazy boy. For
the next few minutes, we began to exchange questions and answers. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Then she asked <strong>"Troy, I was wondering if you had any
extra books that I could sell here at my store "Thingamajigs?"
</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><strong></strong></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><strong>"Yes I do" </strong>I said with out hesitation.
<strong>"How many would you like?"</strong> </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><strong>"How about 24? I think I could sell quite a few. I
have had 3 people come in this morning asking for them."</strong> She
said.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><strong>"Really?!"</strong> I said in disbelief. Her store
isn't even a book store and it's not listed in the article. Why would people
come in asking for it? I wasn't going to continue questioning, what appeared to
be a huge blessing, so I told her <strong>"I will be over in a little
while".</strong></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I got off the phone, showered, and got dressed. Then started
running through the house like a crazy man, getting ready! I was throwing books
into boxes and boxes into my truck. I looked like someone evacuating for some
kind of national emergency. When everything was loaded, I leaped into my truck
and fled from my house! </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I began to make my rounds to each store on my list. I
arrived at Thingamajigs in a flash, carried a box of books in, and set them on
the counter. Cindi was so excited for me as I pulled the books out of the box. I
showed her the cover.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><strong>"Wow! That must be quite a feeling to hold your own
book?"</strong> she said as more compliment than question.</span> <br />
<br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zqZESOffuzQ/TwT7svzdFyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5Heg0Avz1e0/s1600/3d+book+cover.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zqZESOffuzQ/TwT7svzdFyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5Heg0Avz1e0/s320/3d+book+cover.png" width="159" /></a><span style="font-size: small;">I had heard this question a number of times. Each time I
heard this, I had a hard time replying to it. It isn't that I am not excited,
because I am! It's just that I hadn't had "THAT MOMENT". The one that I have
always heard about. You know, you open the box and it's like giving birth to
your baby. You hold it for the first time. Your so proud, you want to cry. I
hadn't had that...</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I worked so hard to produce this book. Then began a race of
labor, campaigning through IndieGoGo to help pay for it. Then the books
showed up and I was in a hurry to get them signed, delivered, and mailed to the
Contributors of the campaign. Then began a search of book stores that would put
them on their shelves. Now I am on a race to deliver them. While doing all this
through the Christmas season.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">There just hasn't been a moment to smell the roses...</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Just as I was saying my goodbyes to Cindi, she said <strong>"Oh
wait! I have that publication of LifeStyle! Let me give it to you!"</strong> So
she ran back to get it and brought it back to me. <strong>"Here it is Troy. It's
a great article!"</strong> </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><strong>"Thanks Cindi!"</strong> And off I went.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I threw the article in the passengers seat and began the half
hour drive to J & R Gospel Gift Shop in Sandusky, OH where my next stop was.
My mind was racing with all of the things I still needed to do. I glanced
over at the stack of boxes, as I hit the last stop light exiting Fremont. I sat
waiting patiently. It was as if God said <strong>"Son, take a breath."
</strong></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">So I did.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I pulled away and drove for a little while. Listening to nothing
but the humming of the tires rolling along Rt. 6. I watched the harvested fields
on my right and the marshes on the left . There was very little traffic, it felt
like I was the only one on the road. I glanced over and the article caught my
eye. I picked it up and began to gaze at it. I had written this 3 weeks ago, but
that was the last time I had seen it. It looked different in an actual
publication.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I just stared at the bold red heading <span style="color: red;">"<strong>Local Author Troy Lewis Book Release and
Signing"</strong></span> I started to read the article. One paragraph at a time.
Then I made it to the part that said <strong>"Miracles still happen and there is
always "Another Second Chance". Troy Lewis will be having a book signing at
Davinci's Gallery & Coffee House (115 S. Front St., Fremont, OH) on
Saturday, January 14th from 10:00am-2:00pm.</strong></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I glanced back to the books for a moment, then back to the bold
red print at the top of the article.. I just stared at it. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">My eyes began to well up. It was happening. That feeling.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">It came over me. Much like winning the championship
game, when you didn't stand a chance. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">A joy, like that of my daughters being born. A pride, like that
of my Father in Heaven telling me <strong>"Son, I'm proud of
you."</strong></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">My emotions got the best of me as I cried out <strong>"I did it. I really did
it. Thank you Lord Jesus." </strong></span><br />
God had chose that moment to allow me to realize this feeling of victory. When it was just Him and I. On the last day of 2011. <br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Thats when it hit me... I really wrote a book.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Praise God that I didn't quit! </span><br />
</span><span style="font-size: large;"><strong><em>The walk continues...</em></strong></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07697327403208193387noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962418977763094212.post-68495889073580270622011-12-29T20:01:00.000-05:002012-01-08T07:24:11.002-05:00Another confirmation at the Book Store!<br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">12-29-11 Another
confirmation at the Book store!</span></div>
<br />
<div>
A couple of weekends ago, <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Stephanie and I began to drive around
looking for Book Stores that would put <strong>"Another Second Chance"</strong>
on their shelves. </span></div>
<br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We had been informed that
getting your "self published" book onto a book store shelf is not an easy task.
Most stores wont even consider it unless you are an established author with a
publisher and distributor behind you. Even when you are able to, the fees will
drive your profit margin down to a minimal amount.</span></div>
<br />
<div>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r6zGHkLb6OI/Tv0JpfiGxGI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uHtsHExKrso/s1600/Holy+Family+Books.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r6zGHkLb6OI/Tv0JpfiGxGI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uHtsHExKrso/s1600/Holy+Family+Books.jpg" /></a> So when we entered <strong>Holy Family Books &
Gifts</strong> in <strong>Sandusky, OH</strong> to ask if they would be
interested in putting my new book onto their shelf, I was a little intimidated.
We had already been told previously, that this was a Catholic book store and
would only accept Catholic books. And since "Another Second Chance" is a memoir
or biography, I thought my chances were slim to none...</div>
<br />
<div>
</div>
<div>
You could hear the loud bells jingling together as we opened
the front door! The peoples heads turning to see who we are. Then that nervous
feeling of "what the heck am I doing hear" running through my body.</div>
<br />
<div>
<strong>"Hi. May I speak to the manager please. Or
owner."</strong> I said, to the lady standing in front of the counter; Not being
sure if she was "that person". </div>
<br />
<div>
<strong>"He's right there"</strong> she said, pointing to a gentlemen who's
head was all you could see sitting behind the counter. He was working on his
computer.</div>
<br />
<div>
He stood up and said "<strong>Hi, how can I help you?"
</strong></div>
<br />
<div>
I stuck out my hand and introduced myself and Stephanie. I put
my book onto the counter as I began to stumble and stammer through what was
suppose to be my sales pitch. I told him we were from Fremont and what the book
was about. As I talked, he just sifted through the book studying various
pages. He made it to the pics of when I played Jesus and began
to smile.</div>
<br />
<div>
<strong>"Wow, that looks very real!"</strong> he said.
</div>
<br />
<div>
At this point his assistant began to look at the pics. Her
reaction was the same as the owner. She began to ask Stephanie questions about
the pictures and the story within the book.</div>
<br />
<div>
As their conversation took off and into a different path, I
continued to chat with the owner. </div>
<br />
<div>
<strong>"My name is Phil, by the way."</strong> he said. He
began to ask a few questions about the story. How I came to need a kidney? Who I
received a kidney from? (That one took a while to answer) And how I wrote the book and
published it.</div>
<br />
<div>
Phil continued to flip the pages, skimming through the
chapters. Asking questions about various portions of the book. </div>
<br />
<div>
Finally he asked <strong>"So what is it that your wanting to
do?"</strong></div>
<br />
<div>
<strong>"Well, we were hoping to have the book for sale on you
shelf in hear."</strong> I said. Then it felt like the room went silent for a
moment. I looked over to Stephanie and back. Phil just continued to look down at
the book, still skimming through it.</div>
<br />
<div>
Finally the silence was broken. "<strong>I don't normally put
biographies and memoirs on our shelves. Our books are generally Catholic based.
But I believe that this book can speak on many levels. Just from what I have
seen so far, I would be willing to put it on my shelf."</strong></div>
<br />
<div>
<strong>"What do you have in mind?"</strong> Phil said.
</div>
<br />
<div>
I looked over at Stephanie as she began to say "<strong>Well
we have a lot of cost in the book and can't give you a
lot</strong>"</div>
<br />
<div>
Then Phil jumped in and said "<strong>I wasn't going to charge
you. I was just going to let you put'em on the shelf! You keep it
all."</strong></div>
<br />
<div>
I just started to laugh as I looked over at Stephanie. She was
busy picking her jaw up off of the floor from her previous
statement.</div>
<br />
<div>
<strong>"OK."</strong> I said as I continued to chuckle in
disbelief and thankfulness. God had come through once again. But He wasn't
finished yet...</div>
<br />
<div>
</div>
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<div>
</div>
<div>
What Phil said next, left me picking my jaw up off of his
counter...</div>
<br />
<div>
<strong><em>" You see, I will more than likely be where you
are in this book one day. I have polycistic kidney disease. This is a book that
is close to my heart already and needs to be shared." </em></strong>Phil said.
</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
I was discouraged to even go to this book store, But God lead
the way. He knew even before this book was written, that Phil would be waiting
to accept it into his store and into his life. Phil started this Holy book store
on faith alone! He was a school teacher 7 years ago or so, and felt lead to
start this store. Many told him that he was crazy and it would never succeed.
Years later, Phil and the Holy book store are still there, in busy downtown
Sandusky. Now, so is <strong>"Another Second Chance ...God's Story".</strong>
<br />
<br />
<div>
Thanks to the faith of my new friend Phil...</div>
<br />
<div>
</div>
<strong><em>The walk continues...</em></strong><br />
<br />
<div>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07697327403208193387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962418977763094212.post-41682836205308943082011-12-24T14:49:00.000-05:002011-12-26T09:27:23.591-05:00An unexpected Christmas Gift<div style="color: black; font-family: arial,helvetica; font-size: 10pt;">
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><strong><u>AN
UNEXPECTED CHRISTMAS GIFT</u></strong></span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">12-22-2011</span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">With Christmas approaching and good will in the air, comes the parties to
celebrate the season. Stephanie and I were beaming with excitement! We had been
invited to Dr. Rees's (my renal transplant surgeon) house on this Thursday
before Christmas for an open house celebration. </span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;"></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">We joked saying "<strong><em>How many patients get to go to their surgeon's house for
Christmas?"</em></strong> </span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;"></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">I mean, he had already given me the ultimate gift! The gift of life!! By
creating the Alliance for Paired Donation which allowed a donor to be found,
then performing my transplant. What an organization! Without it, I would not be
here today...</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;"></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">All started because of a very kind lady that approached Doc one day and
wanted to give her kidney to a stranger for no other reason than "she just
wanted to help". </span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;"></span></div>
<div>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-npIhfUE6fSk/TvYsl68ej-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/-5PnWTfQJOE/s1600/Rees_Mike.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-npIhfUE6fSk/TvYsl68ej-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/-5PnWTfQJOE/s320/Rees_Mike.jpg" width="213" /></span></a><span style="font-size: small;">To hear Doc tell the story is rather comical. <em><strong>"I thought she was crazy! I
couldn't understand why you would want to give your kidney away to a perfect
stranger!"</strong></em> So Doc sent her through an extensive psych exam to try to prove she
was crazy. </span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;"></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">After the examination was complete, the psychiatrist told Doc Rees "<strong><em>She's
not crazy, she's just a VERY nice person."</em></strong></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;"></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;">Can you imagine? I laugh every time I hear the story! It is ultimately
because of this courageous act of kindness, that I am here today, celebrating
Christmas at Dr. Michael & Susan Rees's house.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;"></span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">As we pulled
up to the house, it resembled something out of a Thomas Kincaid painting. It was
an old turn of the century house with warm lights glowing out of every window.
The cold breeze and wet drizzle caused a twinkling reflection of the Christmas
lights decorating the houses, trees, and bushes. We walked down wet cobble
stone steps that led to the front door. As we drew close, the excitement that
was on the other side of the threshold began to grow louder.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">When we opened
the door and entered this festive setting, Susan greeted us with a sweet smile,
warm hello, and a hug. We began walking around mingling with strangers that
were quickly becoming friends. Sharing where we were from and how we knew Doc
and Susan. I quickly noticed that there were other transplant patients there as
well. I was blessed by hearing their stories and the grace in which they had
persevered.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Later in the
evening, as I was coming back through the foyer, Doc stopped me. He said
"<strong><em>Troy, have you met Dusty?"</em></strong> </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"<strong><em>No I
haven't."</em></strong> </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Doc began to
introduce me saying "<strong><em>Dusty this is Troy, he has just written a book about his
transplant experience!"</em></strong> He went on explaining a little about the
story.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Dusty looked
over at me and asked "<strong><em>How would I be able to get a book?" </em></strong>I told her that I had
some in the van. Then Doc told me to go get them. So I did. </span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;"></span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">When I
returned, I pulled one out of my book bag. Doc grabbed a hold of it, checking it
out.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"<strong><em>Keep it I
said to Doc!"</em></strong> Then I pulled another out and handed it to Dusty. She began to
look it over, asking various questions. We talked for a little bit. Then she
said <strong><em>"I am gathering that you might be a man of faith?"</em></strong></span></span></div>
<strong><em><span style="font-size: small;">
</span></em></strong><br />
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I laughed <strong><em>"You
would be correct."</em></strong> </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It was at
about this point that Doc jumped in and asked us "<strong><em>have you met the people from
Greece?! They're</em></strong></span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong><em> the first trans-continental transplant chain ever started and it was
performed just a week ago."</em></strong></span></span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Dusty and I
didn't hesitate to go meet Michael and Dora from Greece. As Doc made the
introductions, the interpreter relayed the words. </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Michael had
been on Dialysis for 6 years! Dora, his beautiful faithful wife, lobbied the
Greek Parliament to change there law. You see, according to Greek law, you can
not receive a kidney from any one but a family member. So flying to the USA and
participating in this kidney exchange program (literally) took an act of
Congress. Dora had sat on the Parliament steps for weeks just to get someone to
listen to her. </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Her diligence
paid off! </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Michael had
just received his Christmas present a week and a half before Christmas! I was SO
blessed to be standing in such presence! I had never had a conversation with an
interpreter before. As I listened to Dora's sweet voice, I didn't know what she was
saying until the translator explained. Though I could feel her sincerity
and thankfulness. That's an emotion I knew well.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Doc explained
to her about the book that I had written. As the translation was being relayed,
I could see the look on Dora's face. She began to talk to the translator. The
translator said to me "She wants me to ask you if she can get a book? They do
not have anything like this in Greece." I immediately took one and gave it to
her while the translator explained what the cover said "Another Second Chance
...God's Story" </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I could see
the gratitude in her expression as she put her hand over her mouth. She turned
to Michael and showed him the book. She then walked to me and held my hands
expressing her thanks (I didn't need a translator for this) She kissed me on
each cheek. My eyes began to tear up as I looked over at Stephanie doing the
same. I knew once again why I was meant to write this book. Thank you God for
yet another gift! </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Doc continued
in his introductions. He introduced Dusty to Michael and Dora. "<strong><em>This is Dusty
Tyukody. She is the very first altruistic donor. She is the reason that this
program exists..."</em></strong> Doc continued.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-size: small;"></span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I was standing
next to Dusty at this point. Everything kind of went silent to me as I came to
the realization that this was that "Very nice person" that I had heard about.
The one that Doc thought was crazy! The one that ended up becoming the president
of the Alliance for Paired Donation!The one that allowed me to be hear
today! </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I took a step
away from her and turned and just smiled from ear to ear at her. She smiled
back. I said <strong><em>"YOUR the one!"</em></strong></span></span></div>
<strong><em><span style="font-size: small;">
</span></em></strong><br />
<div>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iRbrs-KasBE/TvYrV_dMQZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/A7K-_pULI1c/s1600/Prayers-for-peace-slated-in-novena-at-Toledo-parish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-size: small;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iRbrs-KasBE/TvYrV_dMQZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/A7K-_pULI1c/s1600/Prayers-for-peace-slated-in-novena-at-Toledo-parish.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"<strong><em>It's because
of you that I am alive today!"</em></strong> I gave her a big hug and said <strong><em>"your not paying me
for that book, it's for you. You helped create it."</em></strong></span></span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We chatted a
little longer, then Dusty said <strong><em>"Today is my 7 year anniversary of donating my kidney." </em></strong>Everyone began to express their congratulations as I stood in AWE...</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">7 years ago.. What were the odds? Of all days and of all years. Not 6, not 8 or 9; but 7 years! Just like in "Another Second Chance ...God's Story" the number 7 came up again as a confirmation from God. Just to let me know that this was a gift from Him. I had know idea who Dusty was or that she was even at the party. But God did...</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> "<strong><em>I am going to go home now. I have a book that I
have to start reading" </em></strong>Dusty said as she made her way out.</span></span></div>
<div>
</div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><em>God blessed me
with an early Christmas gift this year. Joy, Peace, and Happiness. Something
that can't be bought or earned. </em></span></div>
<em><span style="font-size: small;">
</span></em><br />
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><em>Thank you Lord
for yet another confirmation and an encounter with your Grace!!</em></span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div>
<div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><strong><em>The walk
continues...</em></strong></span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07697327403208193387noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962418977763094212.post-87471409608008129202011-12-19T20:46:00.000-05:002011-12-29T23:45:44.201-05:00This is your story Matthew WestThe story of your life.<br />
<br />
It was February and the winds were howling with snow closing the airports, roads, and Schools. I stood by my bay window staring out into the dead of winter, wondering how to get started.<br />
<br />
It had been just over 6 months since my second chance at life. I had been ignoring every ones advice to write a book. Even God's! I had found every excuse and reason why not to write this story. No experience, No money, No idea where to start, No time, and the fact that I am not a writer.<br />
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The conviction to write this book grew stronger, almost as if I was called to write it. So on this day I had no where to go and plenty of time on my hands. I could walk away or get started. I couldn't take it no longer, so I walked to my computer, sat down and started to tell a story. My story. The story that was given to me by God.<br />
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There were many moments when I wanted to "throw in the towel" and just live my life like everything was normal. Like nothing ever happened and go back to "status quo". After all, wouldn't that be easier than burring myself in my basement all summer long just to write this story, this book, that nobody may ever read. Maybe even be ridiculed if its a complete failure and have people tell me "I told you so, your not a writer!"<br />
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It's funny how human nature always doubts... Your mind always goes to the negative first, wondering what if. Then the discouragement follows. It was in these moments that I looked for encouragement, a reminder of why I started in the first place. <br />
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On those days that I wanted to give up, I would listen to music for inspiration. There was one particular day when it looked as if this was never going to happen and walking away seemed like the best option. So I went for a drive and turned on the radio and God spoke...<br />
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Listen and tell me "What would you have done?"<br />
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I kept writing... About my story. </div>
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And praying and writing... To become God's Story.</div>
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And hoping and writing... To become Your Story.</div>
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Believing there was a reason that I was spared.. I continued to write. </div>
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I continued to walk in Faith, knowing that God was guiding my way. After all, it is His book!</div>
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I dreamed of a day that I would hold this book. The one that God inspired me to scribe (write). </div>
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And I would hand it to you and say <strong><em>"</em>This is now your story"</strong></div>
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Thank you Lord for making my dream a reality!</div>
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<em><strong>The walk continues...</strong></em></div>
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<strong><em>Matthew West - This is your story</em></strong></div>
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07697327403208193387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-962418977763094212.post-7244214535523362002011-12-14T15:03:00.000-05:002011-12-26T13:18:39.951-05:00Tell me it's not "God's Story"!Friday (11-11-11), Stephanie and I went to the annual Food Show at the IX center in Cleveland (like we do every year) sponsored by The Food Network. Friday night we went out for our annual fancy night out to Lolas (Michael Simon's restaurant, in Cleveland- He is the Iron Chef from the Food Network)<br />
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While we were waiting to be seated, Steph went to the restroom (downstairs). In the basement was a banquet room where a gathering was taking place. <br />
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It was some of the Food Network stars! <br />
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My lovely wife spotted one of the stars from a distance and through the crowd. Scrunching down ever so cutely, as to peak through a crack in the wall, she tilted her head, smiled and waved. <strong>The star was Robert Irvine (Restaurant Impossible, Kitchen Impossible) the big marine looking fella with the British accent!!</strong><br />
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He smiled through the crack in the crowd and started to wave (confused). Laughing, he called her in and the show began. She began to beam with excitement, acting like a school girl at a rock show!! lol She explained that we were huge fans and that we would watch his show all the time before my kidney transplant! So she asked if she could go get me and bring me down to meet him.<br />
<strong><em>"Sure! Go get him!"</em></strong> So she did.<br />
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As soon as I walked in the room, Robert greeted me (along with others) with a strong hand shake, big smile and a bold British voice.<br />
<em><strong>"So you had a kidney transplant?"</strong></em> he asked. I began to explain briefly about the journey. <br />
<em><strong>"That sounds like quite a story?!"</strong></em> <br />
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"It is, I'm actually writing a book about it!" I said.<br />
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<em><strong>"Where's it at?! I want one!"</strong></em> he said. I explained that it wasn't finished yet, I was self publishing it, and that I was still working on financing.<br />
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<em><strong>"Where would I go to donate to your project and twitter all of my fans?"</strong></em> After I picked my jaw up off the floor, I began ripping through my pockets searching for a card. Finally after finding it, I gave him a card with the info to the indieGoGo site. Suddenly his agent walked up, took our pictures, then asked for our email address and has promised to send us the pics. <br />
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My mind was running wild! I couldn't believe what was happening! Everything was happening so fast! I couldn't keep up with it all!<br />
<em><strong>Then Robert Irvine grabbed my shoulder, looked me square in the eye and said "Troy" then paused "I have polycystic kidney disease" </strong></em>I stood in awe...<br />
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I shouldn't be surprised, but I was. These things have happened through out this journey! It is God's Story not mine, I just wrote the things I lived, the things he created! Because I believe that was his will. NOT MINE. I never would have thought about writing a book (not ever). This has been a Leap of Faith that some have not understood (including myself at times)<br />
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Why would God create a story that has little funding, no official publisher, no advertising, no literary agent, then have a construction worker by trade who was a slacker in school write it??!<br />
<strong>Answer: Because he is God!!</strong><br />
I have heard that this type of book wont sell, there's too much God.<br />
<strong>My conclusion: I pray that God is everywhere in this story! Because it is His story !! I will continue to walk by faith as He guides the way!</strong><br />
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<strong>The walk continues...</strong><br />
<span class="fbUnderline"><em><strong>Go to the www.indiegogo.com site and search "Another Second Chance"</strong></em></span><br />
<strong>Go to the "Contribute Now" button and click it! Then choose your selection! You will have your book before the January Release!!!</strong><br />
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