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Gulf , 27 years old sportsman from an early age is forced to abandon his passion ,football , for a congenital heart disease that led him to have...
It's been three years since the damn day my heart decided to stop by giving my father the opportunity, once again, to make an unscrupulous decision.. To pay for the donated heart to be implanted at the expense of another person who like me had the compatibility only that he was in first place, I don't. The remorse of having ''stolen' with my father's money the organ to a patient who like me was on the list has accompanied me over the years as a shadow making me ashamed of being a Kanawut. That's why I've been out of Thailand for three long years , but I can't keep running away forever. I decided to come back because it is time that I face my demons and that I apologize and pay my respect to the family that is crying the body to which my heart belonged. Then I don't feel it completely. It's hard to explain, but it's like he has a will of his own, like I have the owner of this heart.
For a year I have hired a private detective to help me find the donor, because by law after the operation no recipient must know the name of the donor . I have to find out because I have a huge debt to that family, as I did to the person who was to receive this heart. A month ago in fact I met Heart, also like me he suffered the operation thanks, I regret to admit, to my father who moved seas and mounts among his knowledge after my operation so that he also had a compatible donor. Perhaps driven by a guilty conscience or by the fact that I have refused to see him ever since. Now all I have to do is meet the parents of the boy whose heart belonged to me, if I could just find out his name.
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'' The Phawattakun family wants to apologize for not having told you this news before but now they are ready to tell you the following.
When their son Thiwat Phawattakun lost his life in that fatal accident three years ago, my patients had to make a very painful decision. That is, whether to accept the will of the deceased in wanting to donate his organs.. '
My hands begin to shake and my sight begins to fog with pain. After three years of survival, because that's what I've been doing since the man in my life died because of a drunk driver, I get news from his parents. I moved away from them too, because my suffering caused harm to them and I wanted everything but never that they felt sorry for me , so I left for 2 years away from Thailand. Only last year I had the strength to go back. But only because my work forced me to be present at home, because there is nothing that binds me to this place anymore, no more. I can not understand why I am being told something so important only now! And yet the Phawattakun gentlemen loved me like a son ,they were serene for our story ,and now through their lawyer they communicate to me that ... 'wait I have not yet read what they decided'' I say and taking a breath ,And I'm going back to the tears that threaten to fall, and I'm going back to reading.
'I inform you that their decision regarding the donation according to the will of the deceased was accepted in part by my assistants. Therefore I inform you, my spite that the heart of the late Mr Thiwat, only organ donated, was transplanted three years ago successfully and now beats in the host's body. '
I can no longer read the rest because the tears come down copious and my hands tremble like my legs, and while I'm on the ground I give free vent to all my pain.
'' His heart now beats in the host's body. '.. this part of the letter does nothing but repeat itself in my head, in interrupt. It causes me too much pain, I take my head in my hands and all I feel is my sobs the pain and then the darkness..
''the emotion of this news upsets him so much that he faints. '
