This is Juan.
And he needs a kidney.
He's New York Mitchell Lama houses on 95th and Amsterdam. When he was growing up there, you still could see New Jersey from Amsterdam. Never lived anywhere else but New York (and you can't count those 8 months in Kansas City). His high school job was opening-the- doors-closing-the-doors at the Planetarium. TWA flight attendants, then glamorous heroes of the sky, in full length fur coats taught him the difference between a silly drink of vodka and orange juice and the sophistication of a kir royale. Christmas finery in those days was skinny jeans and a shirt unbuttoned down to there. Well, after all it was the 70's.
Then Tom met him.
Tom is not from New York. He's from Missouri. He moved to New York and went to a Buddhist gathering. Took one look at Juan and that was that. And that was 26 years ago. Tom is the only reason Juan lived in Kansas City for eight months.
I ask Juan, "What about you is New York?"
"I experienced everything. We didn't grow up with money, but I experienced everything."
This is my friend, Juan. And what I want him to experience is something he hasn't before - a new kidney.
So if you are B+ or maybe even O or O+ or 0- and you got a kidney, my friend needs your help.
And if you are not any of those things, would you help and pass this post forward? Post it to your blog, post it to your facebook, send it out with your pigeons, let your friends know.
Spread the word. And welcome to His New York.
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