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The Universal Almost-Donor

I remember pricking myself for the first time in my high school biology class and pressing my finger to a blood test card.

“Wow! O-negative,” my teacher complimented. “You’re a universal donor.”

After that, I got all sorts of compliments every time my blood was involved.

“You have great blood”

“Wow! O-negative. That’s a rare one.”

“Yeah, you’ll want to use your right arm. Wow. Nice blood type.”

You could say I started getting pretty vein–I mean vain.

Wouldn’t you know though, I hated needles with a passion. It took me eighteen years–until the blood truck pulled up to PCC my freshman year–to bestow my blood upon mankind.

Turned out, mankind would have to settle for someone else’s fabulous O-negative blood. See, I was born overseas, which actually made me ineligible to donate! I struggled with. . . well—I guess all the normal emotions someone struggles with when their blood is rejected.

But I’ve watched many of my friends give blood over the years, and seen what a rewarding experience it was for them.

The blood drive this past week dotted our student body with complimentary bright orange t-shirts and bowls of frozen yogurt from a nearby yogurt place. This year, we actually broke our all-time record, totaling 1,033 students who showed up to donate during the blood drive.

So at next semester's blood drive. . .give some blood for me! And think of me while you eat your yogurt and have the satisfaction of knowing you've done your part!

(On a side note, don't feel too bad for me. I can get some frozen yogurt somewhere else, hopefully.)

The thoughts and opinions expressed in Life in the Nest are those of the authors and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of Pensacola Christian College.

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Major: Performance Studies

Home town: “This world is not my home, I’m just a-passin’ through...” Also, my dad is in the Air Force.

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