Good morning!. Time for another edition of #SoCS. Linda tells us our prompt is organ. If you’d like to join in, here are the rules and ping back.
Hmmm. First thought is organ grinder.
What the heck? No research in flowing streaming so I must go with what I know. Reminds me of a monkey. Organ grinder may have something to do with the circus. Sweet little monkey just like this one, and this one, and this one.
When you’re down and troubled and you need a helping hand and nothing nothing is going right … Close your eyes and think of me and soon I will be there … to brighten up even your darkest night
How did those lyrics get in here? Scram! Oh wait. That’s because of the monkey. He is my friend. That’s right bitches. Ugh! why you gotta be so mean Jilly? Get back to Peace and Love.
This has been an exhausting week. And not just for me but for many. I get that. I’m not the center of the universe. I am but a speck of dust in the cosmic waves. Inconsequential. I could get hit by a bus tomorrow and the behemoth that is the company I work for would not skip a beat. Life as we know it would continue on seamlessly.
Let’s face it folks, everyone is replaceable. And some of you might disagree and that’s ok too. Facts speak the truth where emotion lies. And my emotions have been lying to me all week. Getting me down as I am busting my ass. And for what?
Well that’s the proverbial question and self reflection I need to do to get right in my head. But not today. Not right now. I am writing about organ. And since organ grinder is out, I will go with organ transplant.
In the last few weeks. In real life or TV. I have come across storylines involving organ transplant and being on the list. From heart to kidney.
- Dear sweet friend’s father.
- Co-worker of B.
- A character on Code Black.
- Contestant on Shazam.
Each case is gut wrenching because who gets the organ goes through a system. Top of the list. And is getting to the top of the list an objective process? We’d all like to think so but is anything in life really objective? Sometimes people are left without options.
In then case of a complete stranger being a match, going through the transplant, and then being a supportive audience member while the recipient competed, well not a dry eye in the house. At the end of this, the miracle of it all is really quite fascinating. To give new life by means other than birth. Definitely puts things into perspective. Makes my bad week not so bad.
On that note, I wish each of you peace of mind. I hope you have a Super Saturday. Go forth and spread kindness. That is what we plan to do.
As always, more to come.