Giving Blood
I’m giving blood today for the first time in my life. Just gonna be completely honest, I’m nervous as hell…
I have a paralyzing fear of needles. Not to mention I’m not to cool with any amount of blood being drawn from my body as a result of that needle being used on me.
However, I see this as an opportunity in two ways:
1. To prove to my friends, and most importantly myself, that I can sack up and get over a fear that has been with me for as long as I can remember.
And
2. I may actually have an effect on someone’s life in a way I couldn’t possibly imagine.
What if the blood I give today is used to saved the life of someone else’s mother? What if this blood actually gives a little kid the chance to grow up with both parents, instead of one?
Long shot, sure, but if it turned out to be the case… worrying about that needle in my arm actually seems sorta insignificant.
