Blaming life for your misfortunes is like accusing your smart phone of running lousy apps. You're the one who downloaded them. --Pam Grout
I found the Grout quote in my daily readings a couple days ago and felt compelled to share that fine analogy.
After failing at the two previous attempts, earlier this week I was able to donate blood. I have been donating for decades, but have an occasional rejection due to my iron (hemoglobin) level not being up to Red Cross standards. Sharing this donation story with a friend prompted a discussion of "needles." My friend went on to describe many of the dreadful life experiences she has had with needles, an unfortunately common occurrence. I guess I have been lucky to avoid such trauma. Sure, the poke hurts, but to me, having birthed two children, a little needle stick is nothing. It is especially nothing when my blood goes to help another person. I am grateful for the excellent health that enables me to donate.
If you don't like needles, don't look at the photo.
Leta
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| The workers LOVE my big left-arm vein! |
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