Severus Snape
Proud Member
So, yesterday was my first time donating blood. I was so nervous and scared. I dislike pain, so the thought of being pricked and having someone put an IV in my arm to take blood from me made me rather uneasy. I considered running away and returning to my dorm many times, but I never went through with it.
I was feeling rather bad that day--I had no sleep, and the coldness of a person I happen to like really got to me. Shallow, I know, but sometimes little things like that really get to us.
Anyway, I decided I would no longer just sit around and be miserable. If I was to suffer, it would be for the benefit of someone else. So, I went to our college's blood drive and volunteered to give blood. I did it because I knew Michael would approve of it, and because I wanted my suffering to be another person's salvation. I wanted to reach out to a complete stranger who was suffering as well, and give some hope via my blood.
So I decided to go through with it in the end, despite my shaking and general anxiousness. It was, in the end, relatively painless, and I felt Michael was there, making sure everything went OK. I felt so glad that I could do something for someone, that I started to cry. I don't know why, but the thought that someone can recover because of my suffering just made me cry. It's a beautiful thought.
I felt rather tired after that, so I went to bed. I woke up a day after. >.>
But anyway, just thought I would share this with you guys. ^___^
I was feeling rather bad that day--I had no sleep, and the coldness of a person I happen to like really got to me. Shallow, I know, but sometimes little things like that really get to us.
Anyway, I decided I would no longer just sit around and be miserable. If I was to suffer, it would be for the benefit of someone else. So, I went to our college's blood drive and volunteered to give blood. I did it because I knew Michael would approve of it, and because I wanted my suffering to be another person's salvation. I wanted to reach out to a complete stranger who was suffering as well, and give some hope via my blood.
So I decided to go through with it in the end, despite my shaking and general anxiousness. It was, in the end, relatively painless, and I felt Michael was there, making sure everything went OK. I felt so glad that I could do something for someone, that I started to cry. I don't know why, but the thought that someone can recover because of my suffering just made me cry. It's a beautiful thought.
I felt rather tired after that, so I went to bed. I woke up a day after. >.>
But anyway, just thought I would share this with you guys. ^___^