I got to thinking after finding out that my wife could bleed to death about how important it is to donate blood and plasma. There is a critical shortage of them in this area the hospital said. I wasn't thinking so much about my wife at that moment, but also other people in the same boat, and kind of got a lump in my throat thinking about somebody losing somebody they loved because of a lack of blood or plasma or whatever they needed.

Rather than sit back and feel the shudders about such a terrible thought, I did something about it. I found out that a plasma donation center is just a few blocks away from me. I am going to start offering up all the plasma I can muster. The idea of losing my wife drives me crazy, I wouldn't want any other soul to ever have to feel that soul draining feeling.

I think I'll make it a goal to be a twice a weeker.