Now that I’ve relived the bitter sweet times of my youth. I’m back in the hospital for a third surgery. This time it’s the big one… a heart transplant. I always knew it would happen but I never thought I would have one at 20. I always pictured my self like 40 or something having this done. I wanted to have a family first and find that love of my life. Instead I am here in a hospital in Pittsburg waiting until my sister Molly gets out of school to hang out with me. She is 16 and your typical sixteen year old. When I found out my mother was pregnant with Molly, we were both so excited. Molly has been rock lately. She is my best friend. When my mom sees me in the bed she cries however Molly just makes jokes to make me smile, for little while I forget where I am and that I’m really sick. Months leading up to my heart surgery I got really weak…I was always pale and my chest felt like it was on fire. Pain constantly, I went to see a doctor 4 weeks before Christmas and I will never forget that day. (Flash back 9 months later) Dr. Zippo: Mr. Taylor we got your test results back. Justin: yes, what’s going on? Do I need to change pills again or another halter? (I could see the look in his eyes it wasn’t going to be an easy as a pill change or a halter over night now it was much worse) Dr. Zippo: Justin, I’m afraid your heart is failing even more so now. The pacemaker is no longer doing its job. I wish it was simple as a just a battery change but sadly it’s not. You are going to have to have a transplant. Justin: what? Are you sure? Are you serious? *I could tears welling up in my eyes* Dr. Zippo: I’m sorry Justin I am very sure. I already put you on top of the list as soon as we get one you’re going to have to have it done. ~end of flash back~ That was 9 months ago my whole world was turned upside down. I was put on top of the transplant list for a heart. I was just lucky enough that someone else died two days ago in a car accident. It was rather ironic in that sense the same thing that killed me dad is going to end up saving my life. All I found out from Dr. Zippo it was some person who was my age and he was a violin player. I get to live because a car hit this kid. It is really intrusting how the circle of life works is not. Ah, my favorite part of the day, the Nurse is coming in to give me my drugs to help me sleep.