Stranger Gives Dying Woman His Liver, Then She Gives Him a Son — Story of the Day

A man whose son’s teacher fell ill offered to donate a part of his liver to her — not once did he suspect that the woman he saved would give him another son.

Margaret Morris was a teacher at a secondary school in her town, and she loved her job. Her life was a calm, measured one, even if a bit lonely.

Her husband, John Morris, had been an infertile man, and they had been discussing the possibility of adopting a child when he passed away from a stroke he suffered in his sleep.

A man gave a woman his liver and she later gave him a son. | Photo: Shutterstock

A man gave a woman his liver and she later gave him a son. | Photo: Shutterstock

The morning when she tried to wake him without success had been one of the most painful moments of her life. John had been her other half, and they had loved one another fiercely.

It was ten years after his death, but Margaret still thought about him. It was not that she couldn’t move on; she had; she simply could not bear the thought of falling in love again after losing her husband.

So she remained single and threw herself into her work and relationship with her students. She loved her life, and the kids she tutored were a lifeline for her.

They adored her because of her easy-going demeanor and were always on their best behavior around her because they yearned for her respect.

Margaret even had closer relationships with some of them, often getting gifts from their parents as a form of gratitude for their well-behaved child. In school, students in her class were known to be the most polite, and it was a point of pride for her.

Margaret was sad remembering her husband's death. | Photo: Pexels

Margaret was sad remembering her husband’s death. | Photo: Pexels

One afternoon, after the bell signifying the end of class rang, Margaret felt a sharp pain in her belly. After it faded, she tried to ignore it as she packed her things to head home for the day, but it returned again.

She cried out the second time and gripped the table to balance herself as she endured the pain. Then it was gone, as though it never started.

“Are you okay?” A boy she hadn’t seen earlier stood staring at her from the doorway. He had been walking the hallway when he heard her painful cry and had peeked in to see why.