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To Give More Love Through Blood
“Please thank that girl for me, what’s her name? — Lendl. You and her were very helpful in my time of need… That incident inspired me to be more of service to others. I think it’s my life calling, to be of service. If there’s anything you need in terms of your mission, please let me know. We’ll see what we can do together.” ~Henry Uy (blood donor recipient via Dugong Bayani)
Mr. Chinese Rude Guy made one of the most remarkable blood requests in my entire Blood Sucker term. I was at school doing all that chismisan before going home with my orgmates and then I received a call from unknown number. I wasn’t surprise then. I got used to receiving calls and text messages from unknown numbers already since I posted my number to all SNS that I know. HAHAHA. Feeling Sikat. He asked me to find blood donors for him. So I did. He specified that I should look for healthy male donor. So I did. But no one positively responded to my blood request in behalf of Mr. Chinese Rude Guy.
Of course, finding blood donors isn’t my priority in life. HAHA. Why should I care that much to people that I don’t even know personally? As long as I’m done sending the IDS to our blood network, I’m done with my job. And so I continue to chismis all unnecessary and non-worth sharing thoughts that I can think of that time, totally ignoring the urgency of the need of blood. He called me so many times and I explained to him again and again that I was trying my best to find donors, that all we can do now is to wait and all that shit that I tell to the one who sent the blood request. But not really doing my best, honestly. In the middle of the process, he somehow shifted into an irritating tone that I interpreted as a sign of rudeness. I was thinking that time, how can he be so snotty? He’s sick, he might die and he spends his remaining time (in case) to make someone feel bad?
But then… here he is!!! In his self-redeeming form. After all, he is not that Chinese Rude Guy anymore. But someone who assures me that my job is all worth the effort and that I can be that blood sucker that saves lives (somehow).
