Yesterday there was an email from the Red Cross about the urgency to replenish the blood supply. Then later in the day I got the call from them. This time I took the call because I wanted to schedule a donation. As I was hanging up from the call I heard the woman say “your donation saves 3 lives,” and I wondered if I’d heard correctly.
I woke up about 40 minutes before I was supposed to be there to donate and I thought about it for a minute and specifically thought–does my one pint donation today really make a difference? I threw on some clothes and made the drive to the Fairfax, VA Red Cross Blood Donation Center. I expected a crowd because of the big push for donations. No crowd but I wasn’t in any big hurry either.
Molly got the process started,then Ashley stepped in when I needed a re-check on my iron level. When I got over to the spot where I’d sit to give the blood Karen took over. My interaction with these three lovely ladies took my mind off the fact that one of them was sticking a needle in my arm. I have a high tolerance for pain but when it comes to blood and blood related I’m a mess.
It took a conscious effort and lots of allergy shots and having blood taken during the course of two pregnancies and now for annual blood work to get me to the point where I don’t think about what I’m doing, I just do it. When it as all finished Karen repeated what I’d heard on the phone – Thank you for your donation. Your donation help will help save 3 lives. 1 – 2 – 3 human beings dependent on getting matching blood to stay alive or make it through a surgery.
I think I will remember this from now on when I schedule my donation then get busy and skip it, knowing the Red Cross will always call me back. As I drove away from the center I decided to also consciously try to remember the good feeling I had leaving after the donation and the hour spent with those 3 lovely ladies–Ashley, Karen, and Molly–Thank you for the work you do each day to take donations and process them to be handed off to the next step in the process that leads to a life being preserved or saved on an operating table somewhere.
And thank you for your friendliness and positive attitudes, your sense of humor and your tender care. Because of the 3 of you I won’t be skipping any appointments in the future! When I signed in you gave me a sticker that says “I Make a Difference” and you wrote my name on it so I am writing your names right here to let you and everyone else know that YOU make a difference every single day!
God Bless You!
xo The C-Sweet ❤