October 29, 2012
A few years ago, I had a very unpleasant surprise coming home - our dogs had gotten loose and torn up all of the birthday presents I had carefully wrapped for my family. As I was sorting through the wreckage, a Red Cross nurse called me up to ask about donating blood. She started out with a standard "How are you today?" and I burst out sobbing. She listened patiently to the story, and gave me her sympathy and understanding. To her, I was just some name on a list she had never met before, but she cared. She didn't press me about donating any further, just gave me a chance to calm down enough to clean up the mess and re-wrap everything that was still salvageable. I don't know her name, but I'm thankful that she called me that day - and that, despite my usual lack of iron, the next week I was able to donate blood in her honor.