If It Feels Too Good To Be True…

(Originally posted December 6, 2010) I remember the first blood I ever had from a donor. It was a minute amount, and I mean a really minute amount. It was about a drop or less, even – because my friend the willing donor was probably the polar opposite of a bleeder. He tried. He used a lancet, making several punctures in both forearms. He squeezed the wounds, jumped up and down, but hardly anything came out. Finally I got that one glistening, gleaming drop.