ed to the point of racial hate after I heard what my friend had gone through. But when I went into that hospital and I saw the little boy hooked up to countless machines, hate became more ugly then it already was. Racism is wrong and hating people for the color of their skin is wrong. My friend lived most of his life being called “whitey” and being excluded from the people in his neighborhood, simply because he wasn’t the same as the majority. These things shouldn’t matter but they obviously do. The sacrifices my friend made cost him his life, but by convincing his parents to donate his organs, I helped save a little boy and several other fellow human beings.Above all else, I feel no hate or resentment towards any particular group of people, not even the ones that took the loving, caring person my friend was away from us. I feel genuine pity for them or any other racists. To live in our modern world and exclude or hate other people for such inconsequential idiosyncrasies is both archaic and monotonous. To hate someone is to hate yourself. Enough is enough....
