I try not to let the little things get to me, but it has been raining and sleeting for two dreary days and I was feeling more like hibernating than giving blood last night. I made my appointment for 5:45 because I almost always have some meeting after school. Well, today I didn’t so I thought I’d go early to see if I could get in. “Can’t take you right now. Come back in 45 minutes.” the Red Cross volunteer tells me.
“Do I need to get on a list or sign in?” I ask.
“No, just come back in about 45 minutes.” I go home and read through some work on my national boards and then head back. There are more people waiting. So I approach the volunteer and let her know I’ve returned.
“Oh, all these people are ahead of you. It’ll be about 45 minutes.” (UGH.) I remind her that’s what she told me 45 minutes ago. I realize she hadn’t changed my appointment time.
“So if I come back in 45 minutes you’re not saying I’ll get in then are you?” I ask.
“Well, if no one is ahead of you…” (UGH. )
“I’ll be back for my 5:45 appointment.” I head back home and do a bit more work, and try it again.
I walk in and only one person is sitting and waiting. I approach volunteer again.”Third time’s a charm I hope.” I smile.
“Do you have an appointment?”….. (UGH. )
A short time later I’m lying on the table, squeezing a small ball, and pumping some O+ into a plastic bag. I was perseverating a bit on the annoyance of the process when I realized how “annoying” it must be to be on the other side of this supply/demand equation.
I’m sharing a pint with someone who was probably having a truly bad day, someone who would trade places with my annoyance in a heartbeat, someone who might not make it through the day without the fruit of my frustration. Perspective, Paula, perspective.
So I’m toasting the pint to the stranger I’ll share it with…
Always remember to forget
The troubles that passed away.
But never forget to remember
The blessings that come each day.