Four years has rolled around, and I recently had to make a trip to the Photo License Center to get a new picture taken for my driver's license. It's a ritual I do not look forward to since I look older in each photo, but it is a necessary task to complete. When my number was called to come forward, I had to answer a series of questions on a touch screen regarding my voter registration and designation as an organ donor. I have always been a designated organ donor since it would give me satisfaction to know that I have helped another person with a life saving gift should I not be around anymore. But never was it more relevant and personal than this year when I was asked that question and I responded, "Of course I'm an organ donor!"