Dreaming again
I woke this morning from a social/political dream about donating blood. Years ago when I was a college student in Cleveland, I answered a call for blood donation. The call was on behalf of a particular man who was having heart surgery. They valued my pint of blood at $30, I think. I told them to donate it to the patient. Oh, they were so nice and kind to me then! A second time, I went in on my own and because I had rent to pay and needed that money, I accepted the payment. Oh, how judgemental... Sign in to see full entry.