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A Gift of Life: A Reflection on Blood Donation
 
I shall never regret this decision. One fateful day, in late December of the previous year, I received a call from an unknown number. To my surprise and joy, it was a fellow classmate on the line. Without hesitation, they asked if I could donate blood, explaining that the mother of another classmate required urgent surgery and was in desperate need.

Without a second thought, I agreed and immediately set out for the donation site. Upon arrival, I was greeted by the sight of numerous others aboard the blood donation bus—some familiar faces from my class, others strangers, all around my age. As I donated, I discovered that my blood type was O, the universal type, shared by all present. I felt a sense of fortune; with my blood type, I knew I could help without the concern of compatibility.

The donation itself was swift, and soon I found myself back home, filled with a sense of pride and fulfillment. I had, after all, given a part of myself to help save a life. I hoped that my classmate’s mother would recover, believing that everything would unfold as I wished. But life, as it often does, had other plans. Despite our efforts, her mother did not recover and peacefully passed away on the operating table, never opening her eyes again. She was gone forever.

A profound sorrow consumed me. How could life slip away so easily? I found myself questioning: Why? How did it come to this? Was everything I had done in vain? The weight of despair was heavy, and for a brief moment, I even felt anger, as if my blood had been wasted. Yet as I gathered my thoughts, that feeling slowly faded. I asked myself, "If I had the chance to do it all again, would I?" And I knew, without a doubt, that I would.

I realized that my blood had not been wasted—it had flowed through her veins, giving her the strength to fight for just a little while longer. Blood donation does not always ensure survival, but without it, wouldn’t the person lose even the smallest chance? Thus, I shall never regret this decision. I gave someone the opportunity to breathe the air of this world once more. Blood donation, I shall never regret it.

Friends, I urge you to extend your hands in love. Do not hesitate to donate your blood. By giving a small portion of your life force, you can save another’s and give them a chance at survival. It is an act that benefits not only others but yourself as well. It strengthens your body and purifies your soul. Why not take part in this noble cause? Let life endure. Let our selfless actions pave the way to a better world. Blood donation, I shall never regret it. Friends, let us unite in this noble journey and leave no room for regret in our lives. Donate blood, donate life.
 
 
 

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