her face

The first time I saw her face.....

I have been following a reason. A reason I wanted from my 29days........... Lungs.

A huge wave the size of a whale hit me when I was sixteen years old and wanted to be a "Little Surfer Girl".

It whirled me upside down to the bottom of the ocean and felt too strong for me to fight my way back to the top for air. I felt like a duck being flushed down a toilet and all I cared most about was that my hair would not be sticking up on it's ends when I did surface. If the other boy surfers saw my hair looking like that they might not think I could surf.

But inside of me, I thought I was drowning. I could not breathe and what breath I had in my lungs starting out toward my wave catching, got kicked out of me by the wave I didn't see coming. I tried breathing through my ears but it didn't work. I could not breathe. I was dying and not one person could help me because they probably did not even know I was down there in the murky, black hole that was sucking my life from my fiesty, fighting body.

Chuck Campbell feels that way everyday. He needs a double lung transplant. A wave did not hit him from behind. Life did. The murky black hole he lives in is his fight for help. I am trying to help him with many others.

When the Bonnie Hunt Show had Chuck on to talk about his fund raising raffle to save his life, many people watched. Afterward, many people went to Bonnie Hunt's fan page on facebook to leave messages for Bonnie and Chuck. I did.

I also read what other people were saying because it was making me cry and I wanted to cry like a baby.I wanted to cry so hard I needed tissues. I wanted to feel how moved I felt. Every single bit of it. If I had drowned that surfing day, I would have not been sitting there feeling anything. I want to feel and keep feeling...

I looked up the page and saw her face....a sweet face with brown hair and a heartfelt message for Chuck. In her message she understood in a way what he was going through because....she needed a transplant herself with funds not available to her for it.

A few days later she posted again, after alot of messages for Chuck waned. She asked for help and said she did not have the exposure that Chuck did to fight for her transplant.

I wrote a letter to her. I wanted her to know I saw her...I saw her face and heard her words. I told her about 29gifts. That was hopefully a gift to a lady that I don't even know but I heard.

Leah Kuhn gave me a gift today on my page. A "tag your it" gift and the gift of being a new member on this giving journey. She also has much to give. Leah has much to teach me too with the reasons she has signed up here.

The first time I saw her face....I really saw it.

Hi Princess and welcome here! I see you wrote your first blog and when you get use to this place and your way around....you can tell us all about you...because we really want to know.

Much love, xoxo

Myra