My uncle was a generous man. Sometimes, too generous. He was an organ donor, and his generosity saved three lives on three different occasions. The hospital couldn't believe it. He knew that he could've died any minute, but he lived on as if he had all the time in the world.
Looking back, I envy his ability to do the impossible and expect nothing in return. Not money, nor favors. The only thing he accepted was one thank you, and nothing else.
One, and only one.
It has been three years since his death. Three years since he changed the way I thought, the way I lived.
The doctors claimed that his liver couldn't handle the pressure of an operation, and that he'd have a very low chance of making it out of the operation room alive. He took his hand and placed it on the nurse's shoulder, and said "If I can save a life, I won't let odds get in the way of it.", and walked right in without looking back.
Minutes passed. I was waiting on a chair in the hallway opposite of the operation room, with