posted on Apr, 10 2008 @ 10:40 PM
reply to post by Quazga
about ten years ago there was another, where a heart recipient took on the musical and food likes of the donor, he was a white upper middle class
gentleman, the donor was a young black male who died in an auto accident. Everytime a certain blues song came on he would break out crying, this man
never listened to that genre of music, his wife was a little disturbed by his behavior, and the man pursued finding the family.
somehow this was done, as I always assumed there was anonymity, but he went to see the family of the donor, and yes sure enough that particular song,
was the sons favorite. Quite frankly it rather touched me too. This was one of the better stories. The families remained in close contact thereafter,
it was like a homecoming for the donors family.
@ quintar, i kind of subscribe internally to that, that each little bit of us, contains the whole, and at the same time, memorywise all that went
before, it seems the heart though, when we feel pain of loss, or deep affection, its right in our chest rather than inside the head.
so we say..have you no heart, you heartless so and so, oh you have a black heart! etc etc etc.
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