On December 5, 2019, I donated a kidney to my husband. It was a tremendously difficult and unselfish decision, yet it brought so much meaning to our lives. The recovery has been a long process. We still can’t do things like lift heavy objects or shovel snow.
Winter arrived, bringing with it a sense of dread. The snow piled up, and I worried: What if we needed help and couldn’t get it? What if we were stuck? Our family lived too far away to assist us. We felt isolated.
But this morning, everything shifted.
We were awakened by the sounds of shovels and cheerful voices outside. The Canadian Forces had arrived—in their uniforms and boots, with such generosity. They removed all the snow, alleviating not just a physical burden, but an emotional one I didn’t know I was bearing.
As I watched, I wept. They did more than just clear our driveway—they gave us hope, restored our sense of worth, and showed us that even when we are most vulnerable, we are not abandoned.