This young woman at the radio stations' front desk noticed that one elderly gentleman seemed to be looking weaker almost every time she saw him to pick up some discount coupons.
One day he came in wearing a short-sleeved shirt with a bandage on his arm and she asked him what happened.
He explained that his kidneys were failing and he was receiving dialysis, but even that was not working out so well. He simply said he would probably die soon if he did not get a transplant.
The woman behind the counter barely knew his first name and her only contact with him was his visits to pick up coupons. But she did the most amazing thing.
After consulting with her family, she was tested and found that she was a good match for this gentleman. And she gave him one of her kidneys. She saved his life.
I don't know how long the gentleman lived, as I moved on to other work outside of the group, but I do know that every year on the anniversary of the transplant operation he took this lady to dinner.
The small statue she gave me is proudly in a display case in my home studio. In my opinion her generous gift of life to someone she barely knew qualifies her as a saint in my book. Every time I look at her gift to me, I recall the gift she gave to that man she barely knew.