Experiences in life, translated…
These past couple of days my husband’s been hospitalized, he had hematocrit, and needed a transfusion. Seeing the blood from the strangers, drop by drop, gotten transfused into my husband’s body, helping him to recovery, it’d not only touched me, it’d also, reminded of how I once, donated blood too.
As I was in my twenties, thirties, thought I was young, although I wasn’t economically well-off enough to help others, but, my parents gave me good health, and if I could give the regenerative blood I have to others in need, it’s a good deed. And just like that, every two months, I’d made my way to the donation centers, and as I saw the blood drive busses by the park, I’d gone in too.
But lately, as I got older, I’d, stopped donating, but as my children got older, they’d started making the donations themselves often, my firstborn and second were type-AB, their blood type was rare, and, as the major accidents happened, their blood were needed the most.
Once there was a major accident on the freeways, I saw the news of AB type in most dire need, I’d immediately texted my children at work, and asked them to go for their donations soon as they can.
That is how it is at my house, every chance we got, we’d gone to donate, believed it to be something we can do, never thought that members of my own family would rely on the donations of someone else to save life.
In the dark of nights, I’d watched my husband make his recoveries, all due to the kindness of others, I have nothing but gratitude toward the donors. Perhaps, as they were donating, they’d carried my same mindset, without anything special, but how I’d wanted the donors to know, that on a certain night, in the bed of an E.R., an elderly person got her/his hope reignited by someone else’s donated blood, it’d, given hope to the rest of the families as well.
I can’t believe, that being a frequent donor, I’d finally understood, the meaning behind “donating a bag, saving a life”.
So, because you’re a frequent donor, that, was why fate gives back to your loved one, and, this experience will keep you on the tracks of donating blood, for as long as you’re able to, I suppose, because, as you’d donated your blood, you’re helping someone else out, and who knows, you’d, planted the seed of the cycle of kindness, which will be available to you or your loved ones when needed.