February 15, 2013
When I was younger I would always scream and cry whenever I even thought I was going to get a shot. I was VERY opposed to them. When I was 8 my father passed away in an accident. He was an organ donor but only his eyes were recoverable. I miss him dearly and as soon as I could I donated blood dispite my fear of needles. To honor his memory of generosity and caring I take my fear and stiffle it down.