Yesterday, I had to sign for a FedEx letter. I hadn’t been expecting any mail, so I opened it with mild curiosity—only to start crying the moment I read the first few lines.
The letter said:
“Dear Jessica,
In 2009, at Fort Hood, you attended a C.W. Bill Young Department of Defense Marrow Donor Program drive. You have been identified as a potential match for a patient who needs a life-saving marrow transplant.”
I was stunned. I had completely forgotten that I ever registered as a donor. The letter urged me to contact the match coordinator immediately, so I called first thing this morning. She explained that the patient is battling leukemia—and as soon as she said the word leukemia, my heart tightened.
My own son fought stage 4 leukemia in 2022. I still remember the fear, the exhaustion, and the prayers we lived through every single day. But most of all, I remember the incredible strangers who helped save his life—people who donated blood, platelets, and hope. Their kindness carried my son through the darkest time of our lives.
And now, sixteen years after I unknowingly signed up, life has come full circle. I’ve been given the chance to be for someone else what others were for my child—a lifeline, a miracle, a reason to keep fighting.
It feels like God’s timing. Quiet, unexpected, but perfect. He really does work in mysterious ways.
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