Please keep in mind that I'm not much of a story teller. A year and a half ago, a coworker of mine, who I had barely known at the time, was in need of a kidney transplant. Without any hesitation, I offered to help him. During the four months of testing prior to the transplant, I was asked if I was scared, and at times asked if I was crazy. I was never scared nor did I ever have second thoughts, because I knew deep in my heart I was doing the right thing. I never saw this as a big deal, but only seeing it as doing something anyone else would do, eventhough many say they wouldn't. After the surgery, my coworker told me that he owed me his life. I told him that he didn't owe me anything, and for him to never feel as if he did. The only thing I asked of him, is that anytime anyone is in need of help, and if he can lend a hand, even opening a door for a woman, that he not hesistate to help.