Comforting a Stranger.

I received an email from the blood bank that if I donated blood this month, I would get both a free movie ticket and a t-shirt, so I made an appointment to donate after work. The blood mobile was crowded and the waiting made me anxious. I began to worry that I wouldn’t be able to donate and instead would make a run for it. Plus, my favorite nurse, who is a funny Jamaican lady, was crabby. Clearly, something was wrong. Finally it was my turn on the donation bed. The nurse hooked me up and asked me, “What kind of

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