She very politely asked us if we would consider donating blood to replace the three units Lora needed during her surgery. (That's three units BESIDES her own blood, which was recycled, mind you.)
"Of course," we said.
"Or you might consider a blood drive."
Well, that seemed like a great idea. With all the people we know in the community, that should be a piece of cake.
First, there was the problem of finding a suitable site, then a suitable date, then a myriad of paperwork.
But, here we are three months later and we are having a blood drive. Today. At my daughter's middle school.
Please, somebody, show up.
We have done our best to put the word out. We put up flyers around the community. I flooded my Facebook and Twitter timelines with reminders. The school even did a robo call about the parent teacher conferences and tacked on an announcement about the blood drive. I notified the newspapers.
And one decided this was a pretty good story: Norco family gives back
|That's my kid on the bottom right.|
We are truly blessed. And thankful. And oh-so-grateful.
I'll be more grateful if a few people show up, but I'm very grateful.