The subject of organ donation is one which is pretty important to me and always has been. I give blood regularly and have carried a donor card since I was first old enough to do so. it is one of those things that struck me as insane that my death could help people and yet those people would remain unhelped unless I did something.
In recent years it has become even more special as my bestest is the recipient of a kidney transplant and without it she would never have become my bestest as she wouldn't be here. It's THAT IMPORTANT.
I heard a report on the radio today about the national register of donors and decided I needed to do more than carry a donor card. There was news of a deceased donor who had helped no less than eleven people. Come on... how difficult can it be to see the benefit of it?
So come on people.
SIGN UP!
TELL YOUR FAMILY YOU'VE SIGNED UP!
DO IT!
DONATE!
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No longer young,
She makes her way
To the Greenbelt Festival
At Cheltenham Racecourse.
It is a sacred site;
Full of Celtic ghosts
And the sense of
Abiding loss.
In her mind
Is the hope
That she may be able
To rediscover
Something of the energy
Of spiritual fascism
Which so excited
Her internal juices
All those years ago
At university.
She is disappointed.
Plenty is happening
At Greenbelt,
But none of it has to do with
Energy,
Spiritual fascism,
Or internal fluidity.
What is happening
At Greenbelt
Is the spiritual self-congratulation
Of materialistic middle England
As it tries to remember
What all the fuss was about
In the olden days
When God existed,
And angels seemed closer,
And churchianity seemed more
Than gender posing.
To be a steward
At Greenbelt,
You have to be
An out-of-date
Post-evangelical.
And to be
An out-of-date
Post-evangelical,
You have to be
A card-carrying
Associate member
Of the human race
With a half-finished thesis
On "God as Dolphin Mother."
O......
and
K......
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