Friday, November 16, 2018

Five Minute Friday: "One"

One.  Just one.  Just one pint of blood is all I needed to give.  Number eight on my 101 in 1001 v. 2 list was to donate blood at least five times.  This should have been a challenge, not an impossibility.  However, my last five attempts to donate have been dismal failures.  Today was the last straw.  Unlike the last three attempts, they actually did get to the needle sticking part.  About five minutes into it, the process was aborted because air got into the tube, my blood started to clot, and the tube leading into the blood collection bag clogged.  I decided right then that I wasn't going to try to give blood anymore.

I've been a donor since college, so several gallons of my blood have been used to save lives.  So, being unable to preform this one simple act of service saddens me deeply.  My one pint of blood could go anywhere and help anyone since I am "O" type (universal donor).  But after five unsuccessful tries, I think the message is clear--it's time to stop.

This is one thing I cannot do anymore.

Wednesday, October 31, 2018

31 Days of 5 Minute Free Writes - 31: "Close"

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So, how shall we close out this thing?

I'm sitting in Denver Airport, getting ready to head to my home town typing this last 31 day post on my phone.  I've fought through vacation brain throughout this entire blog challenge.  I'm going to close this with an appropriate  song:

Thanks for reading y'all.  I'll see you when I get back.

Tuesday, October 30, 2018

31 Days of 5 Minute Free Writes - 30: "Voice" [My Mythical Year]

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Since our staff retreat last summer, I've been developing my life's mission statement.  I still haven't nailed it down, but I know that part of it is giving a voice to those who can't speak for themselves and fighting for the defenseless.

I've fought part of the fracus for years.  As a I talked about here, my crochet hooks, paints, and sewing machine fight a battle for the unwanted unborn.  They've also helped bring joy to the lonely, unvisited patients in nursing homes who don't have a voice.  One of my dreams is to assist families who want to adopt and give a voice to unwanted children.

A fight I've taken up but don't yet know how to win is the battle against the lie told to single women that their only worth is in the context of marriage and motherhood.  All I can do in this battle is be the voice of reason.

The biggest fight of all has been for my own health and sanity.  While I fight for others who have no voice, I must fight my own battles and be my own voice.  The fight is far from over, but I've come a long way.  I will continue to fight until what I see in the mirror matches my inner image.  I will battle until my mind stops dragging me in the mire of melancholy.

These fights are definitely worth picking.