{"id":64,"date":"2006-06-08T21:58:00","date_gmt":"2006-06-08T21:58:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/brianmashburn.net\/?p=64"},"modified":"2006-06-08T21:58:00","modified_gmt":"2006-06-08T21:58:00","slug":"64","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.brianmashburn.net\/?p=64","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=781585600-08062006>I met a guy named  Tony this week.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=781585600-08062006><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=781585600-08062006>Tony was walking  funny, like he was injured. I asked him what was up. He told me that 13 days  ago,&nbsp;he gave his kidney to his dad, who was in need of a  transplant.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=781585600-08062006><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=781585600-08062006>I perked up  instantly, and heard myself say to him, &#8220;You did? No way! That is cool!&#8221; I  wasn&#8217;t sure that this was appropriate, but I said it before I thought about it  (a semi-common mistake of mine). <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=781585600-08062006><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=781585600-08062006>Tony put his head  down with a satisfying smile,&nbsp;thankfully, and then looked up and said,  &#8220;Yeah&#8230;it was cool.&#8221;<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=781585600-08062006><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=781585600-08062006>I asked him all  about it, and he graciously gave me the details. His look told me he  was&nbsp;wondering why I was so&nbsp;on the edge of my seat about his special  gift to his dad. Maybe you are, too.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=781585600-08062006><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=781585600-08062006>Well, about&nbsp;2  1\/2&nbsp;years ago (right, dad?), my dad found out he&nbsp;was in need of kidney  transplant. He went onto dialysis, and onto a&nbsp;waiting  list.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=781585600-08062006><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=781585600-08062006>It hit me hard when  I thought of all the unknowns about donating a kidney. But when my dad told me,  I said (somewhat reluctantly, and full of fear of the unknown, but wanting to do  the right thing), &#8220;Dad, I&#8217;ll give you kidney.&#8221; And then I waited for his  response&#8230;<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=781585600-08062006><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=781585600-08062006>I didn&#8217;t wait long.  As if he had prepared his answer for such an offer from any of his sons, he  said, &#8220;Nope. I&#8217;ll be fine on dialysis.&#8221; And then in his usual, unstoppable  optimism (a trait that I am so grateful to have inherited from him in double  portion), he added, &#8220;All the signs say that I&#8217;m a great candidate for a  transplant before too long. I&#8217;ll be just fine.&#8221; <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=781585600-08062006><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=781585600-08062006>He then added, &#8220;You  may need your second one later.&#8221;<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=781585600-08062006><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=781585600-08062006>At the time I didn&#8217;t  argue with dad. My fear of the implications of the voluntary surgery right then  in the heat of the moment prevented me from being stubborn about it. Even though  I think I told my dad &#8216;thank you&#8217;, I don&#8217;t think I ever told anyone how very  relieved I was with his response.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=781585600-08062006><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=781585600-08062006>In a talk I did on  the very next Father&#8217;s Day, I replayed this story to my church family, saying,  &#8220;It was out of deep love for my dad that I offered him my kidney, and it was out  of my dad&#8217;s deep love for me that he refused it.&#8221;<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=781585600-08062006><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=781585600-08062006>But something  triggered in me when I met Tony. I imagined the same interaction between him and  his dad, but 13 days ago, they had a very different outcome play out. I can  imagine Tony getting up and saying at his church, &#8220;It was out of deep love for  my dad that I offered him my kidney, and it was out of my dad&#8217;s deep love for me  that he accepted it.&#8221;&nbsp;I don&#8217;t think that Tony&#8217;s dad loved his son any more  or less by receiving&nbsp;the offer. And I don&#8217;t&nbsp;think my dad loves me any  more or less by refusing mine.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=781585600-08062006><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=781585600-08062006>(SIDE NOTE:&nbsp;I  am grateful for whoever donated their kidney to my dad. I guess in a weird sort  of way, that person donated the kidney to me. Because I wouldn&#8217;t have two of  them if it wasn&#8217;t for them.)<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=781585600-08062006><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=781585600-08062006>Okay, so if it is  true that it is the thought that counts, then I gave my dad a kidney. But Tony  has a scar on his side that I don&#8217;t have, and is doing healing from his gift  that I didn&#8217;t do. Not that I needed any more evidence, but this showed me once  again that I don&#8217;t think it is the thought alone that  counts.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=781585600-08062006><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=781585600-08062006>I wonder if, when I  told Tony that my dad refused mine, if something triggered in  him?<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=781585600-08062006><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=781585600-08062006>I wonder if my dad  had any feelings of unworthiness at receiving such a gift from me? I wonder if  Tony had any feelings of wonder at why his dad wouldn&#8217;t refuse his? Neither of  us even thought to talk about this stuff as we were celebrating the unity we had  at the opportunity of giving such a special and sacrificial gift to our fathers,  who we love. In the end, we both got to love our dad&#8217;s with the same offer, and  we&nbsp;both received love from our dad&#8217;s in different ways.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=781585600-08062006><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=781585600-08062006>In an episode of the  current hit TV show, LOST, one of the dudes had a flashback to an interaction  with his long-lost dad, who faked deep love for his long lost son who he tracked  down because he was in need of a kidney. He emotionally manipulated his son into  the operating room, disappeared from the hospital as soon as it was over, and  again removed himself from his son&#8217;s life. It was desperately painful to watch  such pain inflicted on a son by a Father, especially in the under the guise of  love.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=781585600-08062006><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=781585600-08062006>I guess Tony just  made me long for the blessing of actually loving&nbsp;my dad&nbsp;through actual  sacrifice of myself. And it was neat to see someone who did it for his  dad.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=781585600-08062006><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=781585600-08062006>I praise God for the  opportunity Tony and I had to offer ourselves to our dad&#8217;s, who love us deeply  right back. <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=781585600-08062006><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=781585600-08062006>Not that I&#8217;m hoping  for it, but next time, dad, I might argue with&nbsp;you a little bit.  <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=781585600-08062006><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=781585600-08062006>I love you and thank  you for yours.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I met a guy named Tony this week. &nbsp; Tony was walking funny, like he was injured. 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