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.