The Right Thing, Regardless of Reason

Confession: I donated bone marrow for the wrong reason. I mean, really the wrong reason entirely. I didn't do it to save a life. I did it to have saved a life, which is really a selfish motive and not at all as altruistic as everyone seems to think I am. But.

I was thinking today, about the difference between saving people and saving oneself, and then this thing came out of nowhere an smacked me over the head.

( Ride Ten Thousand Days and Nights )

And I read that, and realized I believe it. If I look at why I did it, it was indeed a selfish motive. But the result remains the same. I don't have to be a nice person for the world at large to have been improved by my having lived. And it changed me too. Maybe the soul I saved was mine, after all.

Maybe I'm not as selfish a person as I thought I was.