I am an occasional blood donor.
I don't really like doing it, but I feel I should ... because (a) I can and (b) more importantly, my oldest son is alive today because someone else donated blood. Probably two someones. But that's a story for another day.
Back to the "I really don't like doing it" part.
Today, I got an email from the Red Cross telling me where my last blood donation went.
It read in part, "After first ensuring that local needs were met, your blood donation was sent to Geneva General Hospital in Geneva, NY to help a patient in need."
Well-played, Red Cross. That's a very effective use of email. It is exactly the reminder I need to get over myself and keep donating blood for as long as I am able to do so.
Although I still may not like to donate blood, I am compelled to keep trying to pay it forward. In the summer of 1991, two anonymous people donated blood. Their donations made all the difference in the world to me.
So, you're welcome, Geneva General Hospital patient. May you live long and prosper. I also thank you for helping me repay a debt of gratitude.
You see, I have an awful lot to be grateful for.