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ng about it。 I preferred not to think about all the suffering in the world； and I did this by switching4 the station on the TV whenever a “Feed the Children” mercial came on。 Out of sight； out of mind was how I dealt with all the suffering in the world。
In my mind； I often defended myself； saying I was just so sensitive to other people’s suffering； and that I would only suffer myself if I got too close and personal to it。 I knew I could never be in the trenches with people when they were in dire needs； because I’d probably be as upset and emotional as they were。 I told myself that was not what they needed； for me to feel sorry for them and cry with them。 What they needed was fort； yes； but most importantly they needed is someone to give them hope； and I never trusted that I could give that to anyone。
Several months ago； my 22…year…old niece phoned me。 “Aunt Lene；” she said in her sweet voice that never fails to melt my heart； “the blood bank called and asked if I would donate blood。 Would you e and donate with me？” I couldn’t refuse her。
The first and only time I had donated blood was during the Gulf War ten years ago。 My best friend was a nurse in a M。 A。 S。 H。 unit on the front line； and I did it for her。 I also sent her a care package full of goodies and necessities she couldn’t get over there in the middle of hell。 I remember how good it made me feel to do this for her。
I didn’t know before going to the blood bank； that I would be able to donat
