Red Cross

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

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5 Responses to Red Cross

  1. Cousin Dave says:

    You are a sick sick individual.. It takes alot for me to say that!

  2. Roger says:

    What are you talking about? You’re positively cushy in your old age.

  3. I was thinking… warped. Definitely warped.

    Maybe they took the blood from his brain instead of his arm?

  4. Roger says:

    I don’t know. You were there. You tell me.

  5. Scoob says:

    I hate crack heads.

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