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Orlando, Florida
Orlando, Florida
In my early twenties, my employer, Merrill Lynch, had a blood drive, where they allowed employees to leave after donating. I did it. The process was simple. Sit down, answer a few questions, roll up your sleeve. I remember watching the bag slowly fill and thinking, That’s it? This can actually help someone? A few weeks later, I got a message saying someone's life had been saved. A stranger, smiling, alive. That moment stuck with me.
No applause, no spotlight, but just a quiet reminder that something small I did might have mattered. So I went back. And then again. Over the years, it became a habit, several times a year. It’s never complicated. A quick health check of pulse, blood pressure, iron levels. A chance to reset, to be reminded that your body is working, that you’re able to give. And the people you meet good people there. Nurses who care, donors who show up without needing recognition. There’s something grounding about being in a room full of quiet Robert-Begleygenerosity. And yes? I do it for the free cookies. I still donate every two months. Not because I have to or because anyone is watching. But because somewhere out there is another person I’ll never meet, who gets more time. And if all it costs me is an hour and a sleeve, that’s a trade I’ll take every time.