I’m 66, and a member of the Crosiers, a Catholic religious order. With two other priests, I care for four parishes in the Onamia area (near Mille Lacs lake). I also work on retreat teams in county jails 2-3 a year. And I participate in the MS-TRAM, a five-day fundraising bicycle ride every July.

We’re not on this earth to think only about ourselves, but to love one another.

I’ve been donating blood since the late ’60s, and have been listed as an organ donor on my driver’s licence for a long time. I already knew a kidney donor, and two kidney recipients. I had never given any consideration to being a living donor until an item showed up in our Sunday parish bulletin, asking for someone to step forward as a kidney donor for a parishioner. My first thought was, “I can do that!” Strangely, I never doubted that I would be a match, and did turn out to be a match for him.