From The Desk of the Old Timer

by Bob Cary

There are people who follow part of the scripture every day. That part in John:15 in which the Lord says: “Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.”<BR><BR>This is what policemen and firemen do every day they put on their uniforms. They lay their lives on the line for the rest of us. It is what our military people do every day. Lay their lives on the line for the rest of us. We recognize that it takes a certain amount of character to do this. Our natural inclination is to watch out for ourselves<BR><BR>Lying on a bed in Ely Bloomenson Hospital last week while two pints of blood were being injected into my left arm gave me time to ponder this matter. The thought struck me that in a very real sense, whoever it was who donated that blood being dripped into my veins was doing exactly the same thing. They had given a part of their life - their blood - so that someone else, somewhere might live.<BR><BR>Whoever it was who donated the blood that I was getting never knew me, nor I them. They simply walked into the blood center, lay bare an arm and allowed the blood people to extract a pint. No questions asked. <BR><BR>They had no way of knowing whether that blood would be used in a critical emergency to save the life of a child, a woman or a man severely injured in an automobile accident or some other trauma or if it would be, as in my case, be used to offset the affects of a disease destroying my blood cells. <BR><BR>In any case, the donor was laying a part of his or her life, their blood, on the line so that someone else might live. No one who donates blood to a blood bank will ever receive acclamation in the press or be awarded a medal for saving a life, but that is what they are doing. In a sense, it is even more heroic because they do it quietly, out of sight of the public and with no thought of reward. At the time, they may not even consider that their blood will save a life somewhere. They simply know that blood is essential in our medical facilities and they donate to meet a need.<BR><BR>There are people who once a month or so regularly go in and donate blood. Donate a part of their lives for someone somewhere who is in dire need. Some people go once every couple of months. Or once a year. It is all important. It is all handled so smoothly, quietly and out of sight by the agencies collecting, processing and providing the blood that we seldom think of it. Until a time comes when we or some member of our family is in deep need of it.<BR><BR>Here on the Iron Range, blood is handled through the Memorial Blood Center at (218) 723-8080. Periodically, these people come to Ely so a donor doesn’t have to even drive out of town. A call to the number above will result in a schedule of when they will arrive. Donating blood may not make you think you are a hero, but you are. You certainly are. <BR><BR>At least from the hospital bed I am lying on.