I don’t see it. I just can’t see it.
Where’s the funny?
That’s what I was thinking as I was having an emotional moment over someone passing judgment on me. It burned me out and I was feeling both angry and hurt at the same time. I couldn’t seem to find my way out of it. I couldn’t shake off the nasty taste it left.
And then an opportunity to do something for someone appeared … an accidentally on purpose random act of kindness crossed my path and I smiled.
The thought of doing something good for someone I didn’t even know changed my mood. I had forgotten the stupid words that were said about me, I had forgotten the lack of common sense and sensitivity in which they based their judgement. I had forgotten about them.
And all it took was a Blood Drive to make that happen.
I know, I know most people aren’t fans of needles, on account of the pain they inflict. But I’ve got a pretty high tolerance. Plus I’m more of a fear of roaches and rodents type of person, needles aren’t that bad.
So when I pulled into the parking lot of the Target and saw a lady dressed in blue scrubs standing in front of the blood mobile hesitantly asked me … Would you like to donate blood today?
I enthusiastically replied…YESSSSSSSS! YES I am!
She smiled as she looked for the clipboard.
They’d been out there ever since 10 a.m. so being that it was three o’clock I figured they’d had 50 or 100 people. But as it turns out I was number 12.
Number 12.
I felt both happy and sad. Happy that I was able to contribute something that would help a stranger who really needed something that only I could give, my awesome rare blood. But sad that I was only number 12.
But the nurses inside were so happy and grateful that I had taken the time to do this that they didn’t care that I just was number 12, they cared that I was a mother of two taking time out of her day to help someone, to save a life. They reminded me of gratitude. They reminded me of what was important. They reminded me of the person I was before I had a bad morning.
I was grateful for having remembered. I was grateful for random acts of kindness.
Being number 12 felt pretty good.
The Wish Factor 
Number 12 on the blood drive line. Number 1 in heart and soul.
It’s who you are mija. A passionate, adventurous and caring soul who sees the world for all the things it can be and never stops believing in those things.
Peace and love
Thanks a lot Cayman. You’re always on the kind tip, and reminding us of our good side 🙂 Buen Camino bud!
I’ve found that when it comes to giving, people tend to do what is least intrusive, sadly. They’d rather hand over money or donate old clothes than volunteer time. If they can throw a little money at it, it eases their consciences and they can go forward. Those who actually give of themselves are the only ones who get to feel the thrill of making a difference in the world.
Stephanie
http://stephie5741.blogspot.com
Thanks so much for stopping by and reading. We definitely give what we can, and I think you’re right sometimes people enjoy the time and effort more, but every little bit from ever nook and cranny helps.