Why I Gave Blood (And Will Do It Again)

As I walked into the room, I couldn’t quite figure out why I was nervous. I am not bothered by needles. Shots and pricks ceased being terrifying when I was about seven. And I knew I would be in good hands. I think it was hearing stories of people passing out that made me leery of just “the unknown.” I’d never passed out before in my life....
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