The Daily Mail recently reported on an unusual (but uplifting) story. After a long wait, an ill man received a heart transplant. And when he met the sister of the donor, it was love at fist sight. They’re now a couple.
This is not only amazing from a medical standpoint, it’s also efficient. Mom can now criticize her son and her son-in-law at the same time.
I don’t want to see any jokes in the Comment section below about three-ways or unrequited incest now coming to fruition, because the couple looks happy. Apart from the Seahawks winning the Super Bowl coming up, other people’s happiness is the only thing that matters in life. This story is moving to the point that I’m going to renew the organ-donor status on my driver’s license. Just imagine the possible outcomes after I take myself out while trying to do an oil-change:
* After a long battle with cirrhosis, someone gets my liver and instantly falls in love with my favorite bar.
* Another guy gets the lenses from my eyes and wonders why he’s turned into a peeping Tom.
* Following a hand-transplant, a man wonders why he still picks his nose in public at age 50.
* A fourth guy gets my right foot after losing his while trying to un-jam a woodchipper. He takes one look at the nail on my big toe and jumps off a tall building.
A new donor emerges, the sharing continues, and the virtuous cycle continues.
No jokes about three-ways or unrequited incest now coming to fruition?
C’mon, have a heart Tom!
That’s all I’ve got!
It only goes to show even in transplants life is never perfect! I loved this one!