Anyhow, once I had filled the blood bag, he pulled out the needle and wrapped my arm as we continued to talk about the old days. As I left, I hugged him and told him I was proud of him. And whether or not it mattered to him, it mattered to me, because he reminded me of a time doing something that I loved so much.
Just another pint ... |
A blast from the past! |
And sometimes you get the good snacks!! |
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Blessings today include; easy donation of a pint of blood; seeing Bradley; Twinkies; getting this and that accomplished
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