I feel awful that I walk around each day as an above-average healthy male adult with at least average (probably?) and some/most above-average organs (based on my athletic physio profile over 4 decades) that I will never be able to support others because I happened to miss out on the other end of the genetic lottery with a transmissible chronic liver disease.
It is not fair that I have enough physical gifts to stand out, relatively speaking, amongst society but I can never help others if something were to happen to me, much less if my parents or wife or kids needed even something as "simple" as a kidney.
No, the unfair part is that one day I will need to be the one asking for help despite all that was given to me. And when you don't just know, but you have to fully reconcile what that means, you know It is absolute bvll*I poop my pants, don't laugh at me*. It is an awful feeling that I wish upon no one else.
I hope Askren can get the help he needs. I also hate what that means. There is no god.