Dakota Watson, a 16-year-old Camas sophomore, stood in front of his high school with a friend after the last bell had rung and watched his Camas High peers swarming toward the buses and parking lot.
“I may get a kidney, but I highly doubt it,” Dakota told his friend. It had been a day filled with anticipation and waiting for his mother to call him with the good news — that it was his turn to receive a transplant.
At that moment, Dakota’s phone rang. It was his mom, Samantha Watson.
“I can see you, I’m over here,” Samantha told her son. “Get in the car. We have to be at Doernbecher in an hour.”
Dakota remembers sprinting to his family’s car across the parking lot, only to stop to let his grandmother, Marie Watson, a bus driver for Camas, know that he was on his way.
“I’m leaving, I’m getting a kidney,” Dakota screamed to her.
As he ran, he realized that a few other students, who had just overheard his announcement, were clapping and cheering for him.