Yesterday, I went to the blood bank and donated convalescent plasma, having had Covid-19. Despite, lying there for an hour while the machine pumped blood out of and back into my body (minus the plasma plus saline), it was the most relaxed and pleasant atmosphere I've enjoyed this side of the 14er we climbed in Colorado last week.
There were many ages represented. Some donated whole blood. One gentleman, who I assumed was in his 70's, donated platlets, a 2 hr. process. Everyone wore a mask for the exact same reason. The nurses were delightful. Everyone had given up a part of their day. No one got paid.
There are very few places one can go and feel, at least for a moment, that we're all singing out of the same hymnal.
There were many ages represented. Some donated whole blood. One gentleman, who I assumed was in his 70's, donated platlets, a 2 hr. process. Everyone wore a mask for the exact same reason. The nurses were delightful. Everyone had given up a part of their day. No one got paid.
There are very few places one can go and feel, at least for a moment, that we're all singing out of the same hymnal.