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39. Giving Blood
Gabriel was running late. He had a 2
’clock appointment to give blood at the gymnasium at
Washington High School. At least he thought he
; no one had ever called him back to
his reservation. Probably a confirmation call wasn’t even
, he thought.
He didn’t feel comfortable giving blood
, no matter how much they talked about the
of getting infections. As far as Gabriel was
, if anything involved humans, it also involved the
of human error. But he was willing to
the risk because he liked to think that
was his way of “giving back” to his
When he started his car, he knew the
station would be his first stop after the
. He wouldn’t have time to gas up before
appointment, because long gas lines were a daily
as people tried to beat the rising gas
Gabriel walked into the gym. No other donors
there. Six staff people, identified by their “Give
” T-shirts, were inside the gym. He walked over
Andrew, the staff supervisor.
“I have an appointment
two o’clock to donate my blood,” he said.
, we’re ready if you are,” said Andrew, smiling.
’m ready, willing, and able.”
“Great! Just fill out
Gabriel filled out the form in just
few minutes, and then gave it back to
. Andrew gave the form to Alexis, who asked
to sit down at her table. She asked
if he liked the new forms. Gabriel asked
was new about them.
“I don’t have to
you about 30 questions that I used to
to ask you, so they save both of
time.” She asked Gabriel to hold out his
“Which finger do you prefer?” she asked, as
unwrapped the needle that she was going to
his finger with to get a blood sample.
, it doesn’t matter. They’re all the same to
. Where is everybody? The last time I was
, the gym was full,” Gabriel said.
. It’s not even 2:15 yet. I'm sure it
start to get busy shortly. We’re hoping that
shows up,” Alexis said.
“Maybe you ought to
away free T-shirts to encourage a good turnout,”
“Or free gas to guarantee one,” Alexis