In June of 2019, a neighbor named David and I went on an adventure to San Fransisco. One of us came back with one less kidney, and the other came back with a new chance at life. Also during our adventures, we helped a brave daughter save her mom. It was all pretty amazing.

Pete, David’s dad, kept my wife company while they sat in a waiting room for however many hours David and I were unconscious, getting vital organs swapped with a couple of nice ladies from Fresno. Pete really made an impression on her. He’s one of the nicest humans you could meet.

David and I went to a few dinners together, and hung out a little after our California adventure. The next one was planned for an awesome Thai restaurant in Carson City. He asked me a few times, when I wanted to go. Each time, I was too busy that weekend – “Let’s try again next weekend.”

Due to an aggressive cancer, and issues with his anti-rejection medications, David got sick.

A few more weekends passed. I didn’t see David asking about dinner for a while, but I was so wrapped up in my own little world, I didn’t notice. I did start seeing his dad posting about him being in the hospital after a while. The updates were hard to read. But certainly, he’d make it out, and we’d get to have that dinner.

David didn’t make it out of that hospital.

Pete’s also battling a terminal illness, and now he’s doing it all alone. I can’t fathom the expenses from hospital and burial. Let’s all give a little to help Pete out, as much as we can.

Any help is appreciated.