Once, imaginably twice, there was a man named John who lived with his fourteen year old granddaughter. Her name was Janus. Her parents both died in a horrendous car accident when she was three and a half years old, so her grandfather agreed to raise her. John soon became attached to Janus and completed the role of being a mother and a father to her. He wanted to be with her every second of every day for the rest of his life.
One week before Janus’s seventeenth birthday, the doctors found an incurable contagion inside her heart and said she only had one week left to live. This greatly saddened everyone she knew, especially her grandfather.
All of her friends brought her candy, presents and everything she could possibly want for her final birthday. Everyone that is, except for John. He just sat in his rocking chair all day, just crying and crying. He hadn’t a clue on what to do. She couldn’t die. She was what completed his life...his heart. John couldn’t possibly live without her. He would do anything to keep her from dying, so for the rest of the week, he sat by her hospital bed, to make sure nothing happened to her . . . crying with her when she cried . . . laughing when she laughed . . . and reminiscing with her about their past together. That was the best gift he could possibly give her.
On Janus’s birthday, her last day to live, she cried…because she knew that this was it. All she wanted was for John to sit right next to her.
“Janus, why does God have to take you away? It’s unfair…to the both of us. You were in the prime of you’re life. You were ready to go to an incredible college, had a great job, along with so many friends, and then this had to happen. I want to give you something,” John said,” something to remember me by when you go to heaven, but…I don’t know what to give you.”
“I don’t mind what you give me, Grandpa John,” she said weakly, “As long as it’s from your heart.”
Suddenly those words gave him an idea.
“I’ll be right back Janus,” he said as he ran out of the room and went to the doctor’s office, “Doctor. I’ve made a very dramatic decision, but I must do it. I want to . . . ,” he whispered in the doctor’s ear.
“That is very dramatic,” the doctor agreed, “but, it is also, not to mention, nearly beyond the bounds of possibility, must I mention.”
“I don’t care,” yelled John, “I want it done”
“Yes sir. fortunately, I am very ambidextrous, so I might be able to manage that,” the doctor answered back.
When John got back to Janus’s hospital room, he talked to her, “Janus, I have the perfect gift for you. This will most likely be the last time I ever get to talk to you. And your gift…well…that’s a surprise.”
“What do you mean,” Janus asked, sort of confused.
“You’ll see, my child,” he said, “I love you, and I’ll always be with you. Don’t you dare lose faith.” He walked away and shut the door gently.
Janus, with the last of her strength, let out her last tear. Then she closed her eyes, knowing that this would be the last time she ever did.
When Janus woke up again, she wondered how she was still alive. She was about to get up when a doctor walked in and said, “Please…lay down...rest. You need it for your new heart to get used to its system. If you overwork it, it will be addled.” He grabbed a clip-board and walked out of the room.
“Heart…system…new,” she said to herself, confused, and drifted off to sleep.
When Janus woke up, once more, she understood everything. Someone donated their heart to her for a heart transplant, but who? The doctor came in again and grabbed another clip-board. Just as he was about to walk out again, she asked, “Doctor, who donated their heart to me.”
The doctor turned around and said sadly, “see for yourself.” Out of nowhere, these people wheeled a hospital bed in the room. When Janus saw the man’s face, she was greatly disheartened and began to weep.
“Fear not, my sweet child,” she could’ve sworn she heard the man say.
She gasped, “did you hear that Doctor.”
“Hear what,” the doctor asked, confused.
“Him,” she said, pointing at the man in the bed with her eyes wide open with surprise, “He talked.”
“Sorry, young lady, that’s not possible. He’s dead,” the doctor said, “Maybe your mind was just playing tricks on you. After all, this is such a stupefaction to you. Such things could depress most people your age. This man must really care for you, though.” After the doctor finished talking, he and everyone else left the room.
“Oh, John, why did have to do this for me. Was it really worth the trouble,” she said to him, as she cried on his chest.
“Yes it was, Janus dear. I did this for you because I love you. Now you should be able to handle this. You are seventeen years old. God sent me to tell you a message. He told me to warn you. When you are at the age of twenty-six you will be wed, you will also have a child exactly two years later. It will be a girl. You live happily with her until she is seventeen. Then a tragedy will happen. You’re girl will develop the same infection in her heart that you developed in yours. To get rid of this ailment, you will have to make a very drastic decision.
Janus grew up very sadly, knowing that she was most likely going to lose her baby, when she got one. She was married at the age of twenty-six to a man. Two years later, she had a baby girl, and named her Jane.
After seventeen years, Janus thought that everything in her life was going right, until that tragic day, which she anxiously waited for, for twenty-one years. Exactly one week before Jane’s seventeenth birthday, the doctors found the exact same disease that was found in Janus’s heart when she was young. Exact same disease…exact same time. This greatly saddened Janus. She knew this day would come, but why did it have to come so fast? She was grieving for her child, knowing that she’d have to give her life for her, but how was she going do it. She only had one week to figure out how she was going to save Jane. While she was thinking, she decided to go to her grandfather’s wooden chest and pray to God. This chest had her grandfather’s belongings in it. She felt that not only could God hear her prayers when she prayed on the chest, but so could her grandfather, because it also had her grandfather’s ashes in it. She finished her prayer, and was about to get up, when she saw an incandescent, golden light above the chest. In this light, she could have sworn she saw her grandfather’s face.
He looked at her, “Ah, my sweet granddaughter. You have grown so beautifully, and so has my great-granddaughter.” He smiled sweetly.
“Oh, John, I need your help. I don’t know how to save her. I don’t want to?”
“Now, Janus, you cannot change the plan of God, but you can make it better, by following it happily and following his messages.”
“But I can’t think of a way. I would gladly give my life for my daughter, but how can I do it. How will me dying get rid of the disease?”
“How did I save your life,” he asked, reminding her of what he did.
“Of course, thank you so much, John, how stupid of me. It’s obvious” she said, “I love you, and I love God too.”
“And I love you too, Janus. I’ll see you in heaven,” he smiled and the light faded away.
So, she gave her heart to her daughter, and everything seemed well after that. Jane lived happily ever after with her father, but knew that she was going to have to do the same thing that her mother did, but she didn’t worry about that. She just let her life go by as it was, and worried later. For generation after generation, people passed on this exact same heart with love, to loved ones. It is said that this heart is passed on to loved ones still today. Some even say…that this is the heart that created love. And, who knows, you just may have this recycled heart.
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