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In March Doug and I were hanging out almost non-stop as close friends but continued to date other people although no one in particular for either of us. We spent a considerable amount of our free time driving around Dallas in my old VW Bug which needed new seat cushions as the tops had worn enough for the springs to show. This was especially true on the passenger side. Doug would often wad up his coat and place it underneath him so a piece of metal wouldn’t poke him while we road around to who knows where.

The places we went weren’t important. Yet we were all over the world. Doug’s perspective of life was large, and his desire to explore it was contagious. I often found myself grinning while he talked and conveyed the world as something to be enjoyed instead of something to be tackled. Until then, I had thought I was adventurous and looked at the world as my oyster. I had been raised by two adventurous people, people who were not afraid to do something outside the norms of society and who had close friends who were also not the usual. But I was wrong about myself. At the age of 21, I was in too much of a hurry to consider possibilities. Doug slowed me down with his patience to learn who I was and who others were as well.

His love of people no matter their situations was compelling, and I was not alone in being drawn. One time in the cafeteria at school I observed him sitting down by himself at a large grouping of tables. Within minutes he was surrounded by other students vying for his attention and his wisdom. He patiently spoke to all of them and with his endearing smile frequently present. This happened other places around campus. And I was completely dazzled.

When I was a little kid, I had prayed to witness someone who was shrewd as a serpent but innocent as a dove, and now I had.

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Doug needs a kidney transplant. He was recently added to the deceased donor list and has a wait of up to five years. But he has been advised a living donor kidney is best. So I come with this blog to make others aware and to encourage him. For more info, please see the “Kidney Donation” page.