It oozed, thick and red, out of me. Drip by drop into its receptacle.

I could see it dripping but could not take my eyes away from it. The process is morbid but fascinating. Until I start to feeling dizziness from blood loss.

Was that too much blood? Then a caring voice spoke, “Nearly there. Perhaps another minute.”

A minute later she was back. “Okay that will do.” The needle was removed. I was confused but got guided to a seat where juice awaited me.

Perhaps I had saved a life with that blood donation. It felt good knowing that.