Now, before the hate-mail rolls in, let me say this: I usually forget that I actually have blood. It's not something I think about very often. So, when I am reminded to give blood by a well-intentioned person, I am reminded of my sin, and my response of diversion is usually: "Ooh, see, here's the thing. I don't actually have blood. Cold, cold chunks of ice flow through my veins." (True confession: I don't even remember my blood type!)
I've given blood before, and I should do it more often. My hospital experience this summer taught me that blood donations are important. I would want my family and friends to get blood if they needed it. I like that people are helped by the giving of blood, I do. However, for some reason, I just haven't done it for some time.
Today is the Red Cross' Blood Drive at the Seminary. I'd like to think that I would jump up now and go to give some of the chunks of ice which flow through me, but the reality is, I won't. I don't like surprises, especially when it requires the giving of my precious ice.
Next time, if I see the advertisements up, I'll do my best to do it. I'll try to give.
* I know this is not something to joke about. I'm just keeping it real.
I love, love, love giving blood, but I hate, hate, hate giving blood through the American Red Cross.
I say find a hospital you like and give there.
Posted by: JennySmith | November 08, 2006 at 10:05 AM