Keith Barlow weighs in on why he feels it’s important to donate blood.
There’s a well-known allegory about a young girl rescuing starfish washed up on the beach after a storm. The stranded starfish have no place to hide and the girl is flinging them back into the ocean. An adult interrupts her progress with the admonition that, “You’ll never make a difference to them all!” to which the child responds, “…but I made a difference to THAT one!” and then defiantly flings another starfish back into the ocean. This allegory originates from a story by Loren Eiseley.
I think of the starfish when I am on the couch at my blood donation center in Pleasanton. As I share a modest amount of my blood, I know that there is someone for whom this donation will make a difference.
As maybe our most vital renewable resource, this precious fluid benefits a wide variety of people: cancer patients, trauma victims, post-partum mothers, sickle cell disease sufferers, and so on. My blood type is A negative and I have easy veins, so I donate platelets and my donation can make a difference for as many as three (and sometimes more!) needy individuals.
There are always starfish on this wave-beaten beach. Every two seconds, someone somewhere needs blood. That’s almost sixteen million units of blood in a year and yet no more than three percent of us donate.
