Wondrous Swish: Typo Blood and Work Gloves

I gave blood a while back. I think that was the first time I had ever given up blood in a Red Cross blood drive. I have had blood taken for a marriage license and for testing, but I had never given without a compelling reason and never in volume. I think it was because I edited an article called, “Why Giving Matters” for the magazine. It basically says that the act of giving—of serving others—yields great returns, financially, but more importantly, in levels of happiness. People who give are happier.

I know a guy who really serves others and it makes him happy, so this concept makes sense to me. He helped us remodel our house without pay (will work for baked goods) and does similar acts of service for others in need. He also gives blood regularly. Because of him and others with helping hearts, I started carrying a pair of work gloves in my car, just in case I need to stop and help. I've only used them spontaneously once but they remind me that I should be more focused on helping others.

TANGENT 1: My father's granddad was named Daniel Blood Wilson. When my sons learned of this, they wondered if he was a vampire.

TANGENT 2: In this process I was also reminded that I have Type O blood. This amused me because I'm pretty good at proofreading (but I think they misspelled it—I've adjusted that in my title).