Last March 28, 2009 not known to everybody…I had a transplant. I now have a new heart in addition to my old heart. I had a heterotopic procedure in which my old heart was left in to support the donor heart (God’s heart). I wasn’t aware of it at first but amazing things started to happen..everything went according to His plan. He fixed my schedule and chose people that I was supposed to meet in order to support me and help me as I underwent my rehabilitation. One needs a rehabilitation after having a transplant.

My new heart is great. It is a state-of-the-art heart that can make you see things through it. Cool huh? Not only do I have another heart to support my own heart but I also have eyes in my heart to see things from a different point of view.
At work I started to work differently. I was working as if God was watching me. With the way I used to work before I could be likened to a horse that has blinders. I walk a straight line from point A (Galley A) to point B (Galley B) without looking down on the floor. I wasn’t that bad…my peripheral vision could reach up to the level of the passengers. Please don’t get me wrong…I was a good person before and I would attend to passengers’ requests but I wouldn’t do the extra extra things.

What are the extra extra things for me? When I had my new heart I saw the floor! I used to not see the floor most especially the trash that goes along with it. I realized that my new heart was working when I started to notice the trash on the floor. I would pass it at first but after a few seconds I would come back to pick it up. After a few times of ignoring the trash at first and then later coming back to get it…I realized I was just tiring myself. Why not pick it up the moment I see it? That’s what I do now.

My new heart comes with an X-ray vision! It fails to see what is on the outside but what is truly essential which is invisible to the eyes (credits to the book The Little Prince). I have to admit I used to be judgmental. Funny how in our world we find it cool to criticize others or just assess other people. People are measured by their looks and how they present themselves. It is ingrained in our culture and perfectly normal to look at people’s clothes, accessories and bags and use them as a measuring stick. Sad. I used to measure men that way too…in high school by their shoes…in college by their cars…and after college their achievements and social standing.

This new heart doesn’t come with a measuring stick…it knows no unit of measurement even. I now see beyond riches and fame…outer coverings and facades. Because in the eyes of my heart people are not measured by what they have or what they do…but accepted as to how God sees and values them.

It comes with a little setback though…it has an extra sensitive connection with my tear ducts. I cry to almost anything that tugs my new heart. I cry when I’m sad…I cry when I’m happy…I cry when I see something bad…I cry at stories. It really doesn’t take a lot to make me cry nowadays but please don’t try it just for fun.
I have a confession to make…I asked God to give me a heart that grieves whatever grieves Him. That explains the crying.

I am still discovering a lot about my new heart and I am excited to unfold the mysteries that it holds…