At first I didn’t even care about the assembly I was sitting through. Everyone else I had talked to had decided against participating, so I decided that I wasn’t going to either. However, as I sat and listened to the woman talk, and saw how sincere she was, I began to listen with a new interest. Then she put a video on featuring stories of the people and families this affected. There was one in particular about a little girl who had gotten in a car accident and would have died had she not received a blood transfusion. Due to a blood drive held earlier that day, the little girl’s life was saved. It was then that I made my decision. I was going to donate blood.
I was still only 17, but that’s the age requirement for donation. I knew I was well above the weight requirement as well. It was the laying on a table for 15 minutes with a needle in my arm that was bothering me. But then I started to think of what it would be like if I needed blood or someone in my family needed it. I knew I’d hope that another person would donate the blood for me. So as the movie ended and the bright lights flooded the auditorium, I stood and walked proudly to the desk set up in the back of the room to sign up as a donor.
A week prior to the blood drive I had to begin following some guidelines that would assist in making my donation an easy and painless experience. I was to increase my water intake to an unusual amount of nearly 10 glasses a day. Doing this would keep my body well hydrated and make it easier for the needle to enter my vein and the blood to come out. Also, the day of the drive I was to eat a big, healthy breakfast. This would give me the energy I needed for the donation. I was supposed to avoid caffeine and artificial sugars and any type of medicine so my blood would be in its purest form.
The morning of the blood drive I woke up early and my mom made me a delicious breakfast. As I walked downstairs I could smell the aroma of eggs, bacon, and toast drifting up the hall. The sound of the bacon sizzling and the dishes being moved around gave me a warm, toasty feeling that calmed my nerves and made me relax. As I sat down at the island in the center of the kitchen, my mom served my breakfast to me.
I sat, ate breakfast and drank orange juice. My mom reassured me that everything would be fine, but at the same time she asked how I could do it. She was so afraid of needles it seemed like everyone had to be. But needles never bothered me. In fact, I wasn’t afraid to give blood at all.
When I got to school that morning everyone was buzzing around nervously asking each other what time they were scheduled to donate. I had scheduled myself for 9:30am so I could miss my British Literature class (we were watching a movie and I wasn’t up to it). Everyone else I had spoken with wasn’t scheduled until later that afternoon. I would be one of the first donors.
A little impatiently I sat through both...