For me, kidney donation was a path that felt guided by God. About three years before I decided to act, I learned that Jeff needed a kidney. Although Jeff and I had gone to school together, we were more acquaintances than close friends. Over the years, we would occasionally cross paths, but that was the extent of our relationship. Then, when his sister posted about his urgent need for a kidney, I began to feel a strong "nudge." At first, I tried to ignore it, but the pull toward testing only grew stronger. I scheduled a test once, but out of fear, my family wasn’t fully supportive, so I canceled. However, as I prayed, the nudge became undeniable. In one week, I saw three distinct signs in three different cities—billboards, signs on fences, and even one on the back of a car right in front of me—each asking for a kidney donor for someone. While such signs are common, they all seemed to be calling me. I truly believed this was God’s way of leading me. I scheduled my testing immediately after seeing the final sign. Shortly after, I found out I was a match, though not a perfect one, as my kidney was too small for Jeff. I was then presented with the option of paired or voucher donation, which I happily agreed to. The testing process was long and detailed, but I would do it again if I could. The transplant team at The Christ Hospital was incredible throughout the entire process. Just nine weeks after the donation, I went on a hiking trip in California with my family and was able to conquer some very difficult trails—something I never thought I’d be able to do so soon after donating.