Donations have a very deepl affect in my life. Big and rich celebrities donating millions appear very regularly in tabloids and that news fancy me. I often imagine myself being one of those richest people and wish to contribute something to someone deprived of everything.
I had been requested by a very good friend of mine who had carried out a blood donation program at Baluwataar. I was very eager to donate a pound of blood and that’s the only thing right now that I can donate generously because I don’t have enough wealth and properties to give them away. Several times, I had been rejected for such blood donations because of my low blood pressure. This time as well I was thinking of the same result. However I had a chance to have a go.
The registrar noted my name and handed me a slip and directed me towards a doctor who was checking pressures. The doctor would have a thorough check and would approve if I was eligible for blood donation. Amazingly, I was eligible and I felt very good. The nurse was a charming lady who at times chatted with the donators but she was silent with me and that was funny. But by the end when I was finished, she acknowledged me with a “thank you” which I suppose she was not the one to say thanks to me. But I have already got that thank you hence I too did not miss the opportunity of saying “You’re most welcome, mam”.
And finally I donated a pound of blood and in return they gave me a certificate.
This is only my second time that I have donated blood and if in any way I need to donate once again, I have to wait for at least three months. But three months is not a very long time, I guess.
And before I die, I would want to donate my eyes and kidneys too. What’s the use of such organs after my death? At least it would grant life to some who are struggling to live a bit longer. I am not sure if anyone would use my organs after I die, but it would be great if I would be able to be a second chance to handicapped people.
