As you may recall, yesterday morning I had to go to give blood at Avis. I have regularly presented to the Transfusion Centre, and just arrived in the waiting room, I saw the doctor responsible for checking prior to sampling, which emerged from his study of race and headed to another hospital. After me came other donors and, together, we patiently awaited the return of the doctor. The wait was not short at all. On her return she showed clear signs on the face of his bad mood. Asked me to enter, check my card, he drew a sigh of relief and said, "Thank God you're here." I could not understand his statement but, fortunately, he continued: "I'm desperate, have you seen how long they have been down ?. In fact, his absence was very long. "I have a patient in need chemotherapy down in platelets, blood, everything ... there's no way to find anything .... It's your group ... a row on that chair and go to donate. "
I could not find the words to answer. I remained silent in order not to impede inspections it was doing on me and, after finishing these, I went to one of the chairs on which to place donations. To make sure that everything was ok, it was the same doctor to take care of preparing everything for my donation although there was room in the nurse in charge of this activity. The words of the doctor, his mood and what had happened, I was deeply touched. Aware that the gift of blood is used to help other people who need them but touch "emergency" so close is something else. The knowledge that there is someone who waits for my blood to be worked to see increased his hopes of life has really touched me. During the withdrawal, lying on the chair, I felt particularly grateful to the existence of me given this opportunity to help others. As I said yesterday, knowing that someone may have saved his life thanks to an act so natural, but whose importance is directly proportional to its simplicity makes me think that it would be folly not to. Try to imagine that the woman left to wait for my blood was a person dear to you and that its survival depended on my decision to donate blood or not to give: you would not be motivated by the desire to donate to begging to save groped person dear to you? Well, I did! Now it's up to you!
I greet you and hug. We "read" tomorrow.
"Everything happens now." Luca
(Photo by Paul Gepri)
In the photo of Prince Diofebo Meli Lupi Soragna
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