It’s hard to put into words just how special my son was. He was a different kind of teenager. I’m
not saying he was a perfect kid, he was after all, a teenage boy, but there was something about him that enabled him to make special connections with how others were feeling. Jeremiah was 17 when he died
from injuries sustained in an automobile accident.
He was a high school senior and played on the school’s football team. He was also a man of faith and wasn’t afraid to let folks know. He would kneel on the sidelines before each game and say a prayer. He prayed with other students who would seek him out to do so.
After his death, my family received many letters from his classmates telling us how he greeted everyone with a smile, wasn’t judgmental and treated everyone with respect no matter who they were or the way they lived. Several young men came to tell us how he helped them and encouraged them to work hard and never give up. One boy even told us he was on a sports team because of Jeremiah.
My son had dreams and goals beyond football. He enlisted in the Navy shortly after he completed his Junior year and was slated to leave July 6, 2016 to begin his training in Illinois. Both myself and my husband are veterans – Army veterans at that – but we were so proud he decided to serve. His wish was to ultimately be a Navy Seal.
My family was not aware that he had registered to become a donor. It wasn’t a great surprise though because that’s the kind of person he was: loving, caring, respectful, gracious and giving.
– Karla, Donor Mom
Courtesy of San Antonio Eye Bank