I Give Up on Saving My Son's Life
My son, Tyler Youngblood, has a failing kidney. He needs a kidney transplant. My wife, Ruth Lister, asks me to donate one of mine.
On the day of the surgery, I turn off my phone and disappear. My entire family frantically searches for me, and I don't show up until four hours later.
Because of the delay, Tyler misses the optimal treatment window and tragically dies. My family accuses me of being heartless and stirs up public opinion against me, saying I am unfit to be a father.
I leisurely sip my coffee and say, "It's not like his mother is dead. Why didn't she donate her kidney instead?"