At 17, I received a lifesaving kidney from a stranger, but when I thanked her, she said, “I didn’t do it for you.”
Years later, she revealed that I reminded her of her son, whose death had left her haunted by guilt for refusing his organ donation.
When I learned she was terminally ill and had no family, I rushed to her side and stayed with her through her final days.
Before she died peacefully, she said she was ready to reunite with her son, and I realized my greatest repayment was ensuring she didn’t face the end alone.