When I was in
school, incurring an injury while playing was dreaded for fear of bleeding.
When I was in school, action movies were ‘A’ certified because bloodshed was
considered scary. When I was in school, injections were terrifying because they
looked like they would hurt. Here I am now, all grown up. Everything from my
childhood has changed but the essence of that fear still remains. I can ride a
roller coaster for the thrill but I cannot get over my fear and insecurity.
Fear of a prick and insecurity about a donation!
Blood – probably the
cheapest resource for many but the most prized asset for few. Where one group
can only dream of having enough of it, there are many others who don’t even
realise the treasure within. It is possibly the only treasure in history which
multiplies on donation. It stands true that life is priceless, but there are
many fortunate ones who could afford that price for those who can’t.
When we talk of
blood donation, is it just another “cool” day at work which would be added to
your collection of selfies with fancy captions on the run? Well then, a fancy
portrayal of a noble deed is “cool” enough only when done as a social
responsibility. A social responsibility to realise the value of simply donating
blood to someone in need of another chance to live, perhaps another chance to
wake up beside their loved ones the next morning, another chance to dream, another
chance at life. All that you give isn’t necessarily lost and all kinds of gold do
not necessarily glitter.
As a child I
always wanted to be a hero, I believe that I still have a chance of becoming
one for somebody.
MBA-HHM
2017-19 Batch
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