Red Cross
By Roger ~ February 29th, 2008. Filed under: General.
Last night I gave blood. I may have saved a life! There are many emotional pictures on the wall alluding to the fact that my blood donation could save someone, a little child, a desperate mother, a gruff man in his middle forties who beats his wife, all were thanking me for the precious gift I gave.
I could hear the thankful voices resonate in my head. The wife-beater was saying “why did you take that blood donation before me? I almost died without it! Good thing another donor came along, you ungrateful wench!” *smack*
The wife was thinking, “why did I accept the blood donation? Life would have been much happier. I’d be free from the pain. I probably deserve it, though. I must. It’s all my fault. Oh, how he loves me to punish me for my sins!”
The little girl took it all in, thinking “some day I want to be just like mommy.”
Oh, the hope we have given in our 1.5 hours and 1 pint of sacrifice!
From nowhere near where I intended to end up, I bid you adieu,
Roger
February 29th, 2008 at 8:27 am
You are a sick sick individual.. It takes alot for me to say that!
February 29th, 2008 at 5:31 pm
What are you talking about? You’re positively cushy in your old age.
February 29th, 2008 at 7:25 pm
I was thinking… warped. Definitely warped.
Maybe they took the blood from his brain instead of his arm?
March 1st, 2008 at 11:47 am
I don’t know. You were there. You tell me.
March 2nd, 2008 at 7:47 pm
I hate crack heads.