Miami Beach, Florida
Exactly one year ago, I was homeless. No roof. No food. No direction. I went nearly 36 hours without eating - not by choice, but by circumstance. It was one of the hardest moments of my life. But that pain planted a seed in me: a promise to rise, to fight, and never return to that place. Now, one year later, I fasted again for 36 hours - but this time, it was out of strength, not scarcity. A sacred act of discipline, clarity, and deep connection with God.
Today, I donate my blood not out of obligation, but as an offering. A way to say: “I’m alive. I’m strong. I’m grateful. And I’m ready to give.” Because this blood now carries purpose. And someone out there may rise again through it, just like I did. This is not just a donation. It’s a ritual. A reminder that true strength is not in what we keep, but in what we choose to give. My name is Ivo Alonso “Do Bronx”, and I give today not because I have little, but because I’ve become much more than I ever was.
