The first time I donated blood was for the victims of the sniper on the rooftop of the Howard Johnson's in New Orleans in the early 70's. My p...
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The first time I donated blood was for the victims of the sniper on the rooftop of the Howard Johnson's in New Orleans in the early 70's. My parents had been donors, so it wasn't an unknown idea--though certain aspects of donating weren't particularly appealing! I wish I had read a note as encouraging as this one beforehand:
"The reason I give is simply God blessed me with good veins and good health--so there is no reason why I shouldn't do this to help others. Back in 1978, I started donating as a means to “get over” my fear of needles. By giving regularly, it became a piece of cake. It is such a good feeling to know countless people have been helped by all the gallons I have given over the years. I even donated platelets and whole blood by request for a cancer patient in need in the hospital about 10 years ago."
Thank you, Sandra for both the encouragement and for touching so many lives by truly giving of yourself. I hope these words encourage you, too, to give the gift of life.