Later, I would test for another transplant in New Orleans, Louisiana. While waiting for my name to be called, I overheard two women talking about another young woman who was about to start on dialysis and how the young woman wasn’t accepting it well, because she didn’t have a child and that was something so important to her. I immediately interrupted the conversation by saying to the women, "All things are possible as long as there is hope.” I soon learned that one of the women was a dialysis tech and the young woman was her sister. She looked at me and asked, "Were you in a kidney magazine with a baby and a man with big shoulders?” I replied, "Yes!" She said, "We (meaning the dialysis center where she was working) have your story pinned on our wall.” Once again, I was at the right place and the right time where someone needed a lift of hope and a word of reassurance.
In 2012, after transferring from peritoneal dialysis to hemodialysis, it was brought to my attention, by a patient and a tech, that every time they see me, I'm always happy and smiling. My goal and aim is to salute everyone with a smile and a hello. I do this because I don't know where a person is in life or how they are dealing with the change in their life. I’m hopeful that many who see me, will view me as a person of hope and all who read my autobiography will receive an enhancement to make hope alive in their lives. I encourage new, old, young, past, present and future dialysis patients to prepare a big, tall glass of lemonade with a taste of hope for a brighter tomorrow. Hope is real.