He’s a young Mexican, just 19 years old, a good age. He came to the United States to find a job and took the first step to realize the American dream. He sent the money he earned back home, and he often played a game of football on weekends. He lived happily until bad luck struck him – he was diagnosed with a brain hemangioma.
  The first night in the hospital is difficult for every patient. His friends thought that American doctors with advanced medical skills would definitely save his life. He was declared brain dead.
  As doctors, we have two reasons to keep him alive next to the ventilator. One is to let him wait for the last hug from his parents, so that they have a chance to say “goodbye”; the other reason is that this patient is rare. organ donor. From the neck down, every organ of him is perfect and can save many people.
  According to the requirements of medical ethics and regulations, doctors should try their best to persuade the relatives of each deceased or brain-dead patient to agree to donate the deceased’s organs. There is even a blank option for this purpose in the death certificate: “Does the family agree to donate organs?” If you disagree, also state the reasons.
  As soon as we entered the ward, the first thing we saw was the sad eyes of this father. There was nowhere for us to hide, only the damn frame for us to choose.
  Slowly, I started to explain it all, our instrument won’t last long, he’s dying. That’s when I noticed that the father seemed to understand what we were doing, and his face told me that he had come to accept what was happening in front of him. He quickly regained his composure and looked into my eyes as if asking: What did you say?
  ”Mr. Lopez,” I said, “do you agree with us taking your son’s organs?” ”
  What are you doing with them?”
  ”Saving patients.”
  I began to explain the work. I’ve been in Mexico for 30 years and understand the Mexican way of thinking, the father of the child needs to really understand this. He should not be a down and out man returning home with sadness and pain, but a strong father returning home with honor and dignity.
  ”When your son comes to this country with his own dreams and plans, he wants to be a successful American and looks forward to being your pride. He wants to come home like a hero, and real heroes don’t put Putting yourself first, but willing to make sacrifices and devotion, will give up your own life to save others.”
  He looked deeply into my eyes and said, “I will get back to you tomorrow morning.”
  The next day, When I came to see the father, I was greeted with a hug.
  ”Let’s talk about heroes!” he said. “Today, how many lives could my son save?” ”
  His kidneys could save two lives, and his two lung lobes and heart could save one each.” I replied, “His liver will save a patient, his pancreas will help a diabetic. His skin will be transplanted to burn patients who would otherwise be in constant pain. Bones will help some patients regain their ability to walk. He The eyes of two patients can help two patients see again. He will save some lives and change some lives.” ”
  Okay, then we will put a plaque in the church next to the square for everyone in the village to see To. My child will be a homecoming hero, I hope you will take the honor of our family and visit this church and see where the child grew up,” he said.
  That night, staring at the death certificate in my hand, my tears fell on the blank space of “whether the family members agree to donate organs”. I’ve never been more gratified than this “X” logo, which brings me a sense of satisfaction that I’ve never felt before – saving lives and helping ordinary people become heroes.
  Someday in the future, I’m going to go to that Mexican village, to that church, to meet the boy’s family. I will tell them again what a hero he is. They should know he saved other lives.