When you edge up to being squarely middle aged, it can get harder to find body parts that make you wicked proud.  Thanks to living organ donation, I have a new one.  My scar.  It is that thing of which I am most proud.  It will stay that way, no matter what else I do in this life.  Right after surgery, one of the nurses taking care of me took a peek and said “Oh! It’s Beautiful!”.   It is that! Send us your Badge of Honor.