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My mom, my reason to donate blood

In the days of tainted blood, my mom needed transfusions but Hepititus C then became her history. She was run over by a rototiller, severing, breaking, puncturing her body. When I saw her in the emergency room, the first thing I saw were her running shoes, overflowing with blood. My donating is in remembrance of this life-saving blood and giving someone else a chance to survive.