In Scotland, they call whiskey the water of life. I disagree. To me, it's something much redder.
You may remember the news from September 2015, before the news machine moved on. A Ride the Ducks tour bus/boat broke down on Seattle's Aurora Bridge, rammed into a larger tour bus, injuring or killing over a dozen people. Seattle's nonprofit Bloodworks NW sent out an emergency request for blood donations, and got a strong response in the days following the crash.
But here's the thing: the need for blood exists on a regular basis, and often hovers near critical levels, even when there is no front-page disaster. I'd like to encourage any of you who who can to give them a call and schedule a donation appointment. Donating blood takes about seven minutes, plus half an hour for paperwork. I am making a challenge--can you match my donation level of 67 pints--just over eight pints (or reach their honor wall level of ten gallons)?
Not all can donate blood. But maybe you can donate money or time--to them, or to another emergency response team. This, to me, is the real water of life.
