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.
My mom, my reason to donate blood