I had to give blood last Thursday. Wow, I’m really on the ball getting these things published. Anyway, I had to because I didn’t want to be a liar.
Here’s the thing: I drive by the Red Cross every night on my way home, unless for some reason I decide to drive through town. I’m not really a “through town” person. I don’t like stoplights every couple thousand feet, and my car has a history of stalling. Back to the story.
I get out of work at 6 PM, so on most nights the Red Cross is closed. On Thursday nights, however, they are open until 7 PM. Just about every Thursday when I drive by I say to myself, “If Krissy wasn’t expecting me to come right home, I’d stop in to give blood.” My intention has been, for quite some time, to tell her some day, “Hey, if I don’t come right home on Thursday night, it’s because I’m giving blood.” Naturally, I forget to ever tell her that, so next Thursday I drive right by the Red Cross again. I’m rather bad at remembering little things that I don’t write down.
Enter last Thursday. Krissy went out to dinner with a friend. That left me driving toward the Red Cross saying to myself, “If Krissy wasn’t expecting me to come straight home…wait a minute…she’s out to dinner!” I was compelled to slow down and turn into the Red Cross. It had been many years since I had given blood and I was a little nervous because I had, in fact, passed out before afterward. When all was said and done, though, I made it through just fine.
The moral of the story, I guess, is that you shouldn’t say you’re going to do something if you have no intention of doing it. Not even if you’re just talking to yourself. I guess that’s not exactly my personal moral, since I do like giving blood…not the act, but the end result. I guess the moral for me personally is that your word is your honor, even if you are only talking to yourself. If you can’t be honest with yourself, relationships with others will be even more difficult.