I was 16 when my heart was attacked by a virus and I was diagnosed with heart failure. Before being diagnosed, I didn't suspect that anything was seriously wrong because I was asthmatic and I thought these symptoms were part of my asthma. I was also young, so it didn't occur to me that anything could be seriously wrong with my health. What was unusual was that I was often short of breath and coughed a lot. And as a result, I couldn't sleep at night. I was placed on heart failure medication as soon as I was diagnosed and had to make weekly visits to the doctors. Instead of spending time with my friends doing the things I loved, like soccer and basketball, I kept company with doctors. On top of that, I had to be hospitalised frequently. Instead of improving, my heart continued to deteriorate. When I was 18, the doctors told me I needed a heart transplant. It was my only chance to live. My family was very supportive; my parents were willing to do anything to save their son. I relied on their support, but I was still anxious and frustrated. I was worried that I would lose my girlfriend. I was scared that I would not wake up from the operation. Fortunately, the transplant went smoothly and I slowly regained my health. With this new lease of life, I found a job, and even proposed to my girlfriend. Today, I have everything to live for. My family. My wife. And my baby boy. I'm a new man with the gift of new life. And it feels wonderful. I didn't know much about organ donation before; I was young and unaware. But today, my family and I are all for it. I’m grateful to receive the chance to live on and I think others should receive this chance too.