I gave blood today at work. It’s never easy for me, regardless of the fact that I enjoy being stuck with needles. No, the last several times I’ve given blood, I’ve gotten lightheaded and a tab bit woozy. Not bad, but bad enough that they’d tilt me back in those oversized lawn chairs.
I like to think that my blood has helped people. Something that I can create by simply sitting here typing away can save the lives of up to 3 people each time I donate. It’s an amazing thing to think about, and even though the process is a bit of a pain and I still feel dizzy and sick afterward, I will never stop going.
As I said in the subject, each drop of my blood is an answered prayer to somebody, somewhere. If you believe the statistics and the hype, I’ve helped to save around 75 people… simply by being stuck with a needle and giving a little bit of myself.
Do yourself (and someone else) a favor sometime this month. Give blood.