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I Gave My Life That Day
It was cold. Beyond cold. I had entered into our air conditioned school gym nervous, shaky and excited. I had been building up to this for two years and there was no reason to walk away now. Even as I looked at the sterilized plastics and menacing metals, I decided not to let anything phase me and so I gave myself over. I did so willingly, a thought that later comforted me. It was for a good cause that I donated my blood, and even though a part of me will always be missing, I had been reassured that I was a hero, and that is something I will never forget.
As I sat in the lobby, I as offered water and PB
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