We heard some good news this past weekend, which I wanted to share.

Like a number of Americans, I am a registered bone marrow donor and have been for more than a decade. My nephew is also on the list.

But unlike me, he was notified about a year ago that he was one of three positive matches for a '34-year-old single mother'. Was he interested in fulfilling his pledge? He said he was, and thinking it was 'no big deal', wasn't going to mention it to others.

He had one big problem. I call him a 'minimalist' (someone who restricts himself to a certain diet; doesn't own a car - choosing instead to use metro mass transit, riding his bike or using shoe leather). He told the hospital of his plans to bike to and from the medical facility. "No, you have to have a driver," the nurse told him.

So now my sister was involved, "Mom, I am going to need a driver. Can you help me?"

Of course she would.

My sister was sharing his good news, as he had heard from the national registry recently - a year later that mom is now doing well because of his generosity.

While Kent believes it is 'no big deal', we couldn't be more proud of his gift. To think he was one of three in a nation of more than 300 million! It boggles the mind!

I realize that not all of us are registered bone marrow donors, but........

It makes me think of all of us:  what kinds of things are we exposed to each day for which we are the only 'donor'? It might not be a gift like Kent's, and it may/may not be physical. It could be a financial or spiritual gift. It might be as simple as a phone call to an elderly friend or relative who has a limited number of others in their life.

It might be something for which you falsely believe, like Kent, 'is no being deal'. But to that other person in your world, it might mean everything.

Just ask a single mom who needed something for which Kent was 'one in a million'!