Why I Donate: Student Stories
Helping People Makes Me Happy!
I have been in 4-H since I was 8 years old. I have helped with blood drives as part of our 4-H club's community service. I was so excited 2 years ago when I was 16 and was able to give blood for the first time. It was successful and I have helped host our club's blood drive for the last 4 years and continue to give blood. I am happy to help people that have a need for blood!
last yea i donation blood to those people that needed it
Life Long Blood Donor
The first time I donated blood I was 17 and I was nervous yet excited. I really wanted to give blood. I went in and something had happened leaving my armed bruised, however I was determined. The next blood drive came around and I donated successfully. I was never so happy and it didn't even hurt! Now a year later I have had 8 donations and decided to become a bone marrow donor!.
sophmore year i gave blood becaues when i was 3 months old i had a arterial switch done and i needed blood so i give back every chance i have i am now a junior
This year was my first year ever giving blood. I was scared at first but it was all fine in the end. They helped me through it all and as it went on step at a time when for them to take my blood i didnt watch her put the needle in but after I just watched as my blood left because I knew that I was saving lives and that is just cool and makes me feel good. I hope that as times go that more and more people will become a donor like i did and have.
The first time I saw an American Red Cross blood drive i was interested. I had just gotten old enough to donate at school, so it was pretty exciting! It's such an easy way to save someone in need. I am honored to save lives with such a great company, American Red Cross.
I donated my first time in high school, but it wasn't until after high school that I realized the importance of continued donations. My dad is a cancer/chemo patient and often times his blood turns bad after chemo treatments and he has to go in to get blood transfusions. After seeing how much a blood donation can help him, I can no longer be selfish with my donations. If it can help my dad that much, then who else might need my blood?
4th Time is a Charm
I had been trying so hard to donate blood. I tried when I was 16 with parent permission and could not complete the donation because my height-to-weight ratio was not in the "safe" category. When I was 17, I tried donating blood again, this time not needing parent permission, and was deferred again because of the height-to-weight ratio. When I was 18, I tried to donate at a blood drive sponsored by my church. This time around the height-to-weight ratio did not matter because of my age, but I could not donate blood because my pulse was too high. I finally tried, for a fourth time, when I entered college. My school put on a blood drive, and I knew it would be my time to shine. I signed up for an appointment and showed up early and prepared. We had the small chat behind those curtains about personal life, and we checked my iron, pulse, and blood pressure. Everything was in the clear and I was finally able to donate my blood, which was so exciting for me. I sat down on the glorified lawn chair, and the nurse tried to find my vein and was having some trouble. Once she found a good one, she pumped up my arm so the vein would shine through a bit more, and she stuck the needle in me. It was painful, but only for a few seconds. After the needle was in, my blood was coming out very slowly, and took twice as long as it should have. After I had donated the pint, she needed to get the tubes full of blood so they could test it to make sure it was not contaminated. That part was the worst because the needle was moving around and had not been taped onto my arm, so I waited in agony for her to remove the needle, but once it was out, I felt great and was so excited that I finally, potentially, impacted three peoples' lives. It was an amazing feeling and I would encourage anyone who is willing and healthy to donate blood. You will not regret it!
I chose to donate blood because my grandmother suffer a car accident a couple of years ago and lost a lot of blood. She had a rare type of blood which was harder to find. So I believe that if my blood can save a life great but if it can save a life from someone that has less chance at being save, then I feel like I have made a difference in someone's life.
Passing It On
We never saw it coming. She ate healthy. She exercised when she could. She worked hard. She played hard. Yet, somehow, she got cheated out of living her life.
Almost two months ago, my mom passed away, leaving me, 18, my sister, 14, and my step-dad. She had just turned 47 on August 14, and my step-dad's birthday present to her was a road trip in New York. They were camping and having fun when she started bleeding excessively. They thought it was menstrual blood, but after checking into emergency care, they found out it was not. She was diagnosed with acute leukemia. She was put into the ICU immediately was given bags of platelets. Her second day in the hospital, she called me and said she was feeling a lot better and a lot stronger. Things were looking up. The next day, my step-dad called me and said she had a stroke and the blood went to her brain, leaving her brain damaged. I left for New York that night. I didn't get to see her breathing on her own...but I believed she waited for me. Half an hour after I got to her bedside, she took her last breath on the ventilator.
It was a sad day when I lost my mom, but my mom did not live a sad life. In fact, she lived a full life, and she did everything she wanted to do. She may have worked hard, but she most certainly played hard, too. She traveled, went out with me, and said everything she wanted to say.
She was a businesswoman, a friend, a wife, a mother, MY mother, my momager, but most importantly, she was my best friend. We would have our little mother-daughter days and go see movies, eat, and talk about school and boys, and I told her everything going on in my life. We'd get her Starbucks coffee, which she needed every single day: tall and black with room for cream. She would take pictures and videos of my performances, and then I would get mad because she was so shaky with her videos or she didn't take the picture the right way...and of course it mattered because I always wanted to have a great Instagram photo. We would fight about my outfits because wanted me to look like a little kid and I wanted to look like a grown woman. And I would get so frustrated and mad because she would call me and text me constantly and then get mad when I didn't reply her texts within the half hour or didn't pick up her excessive phone calls. But there isn't a day that goes by now when I wish she texted me and called me constantly - even when she was downstairs and I was upstairs-, when I wish she would tell me what to wear, or when I wish she would take really bad photos of me.
I definitely thought I would be planning a wedding with her before I planned a memorial for her. We had always said that when I get married, she would be living right next door. Of course, I would always object and say she had to live a minimum of a block away. And when I had kids, she said she would come babysit, she would be their agent, and she would do my family's taxes. But plans never really work out the way they're supposed to...All I know is that I plan on going through with all the plans we made together in school and in my career...and in my love life. She was an aggressive, ambitious, intelligent, and beautiful woman, and I hope to become at least half the woman she was. I know that she will be with me every step of the way to help me and guide me, and I will do everything in my power to make our dreams come true.