Ride a Motorcycle, Give Blood...

Day 255:

... though never at the same time, Son.  That's the trick.  Three to four times a year I give blood, Boy'O.  I had an appointment with the American Red Cross today, and so I took the Harley for a spin on the way.

I do this because I'd like to think it could help somebody, and I love nothing more than helping people, Conor.  But I also do it in the hopes that another would do the same, and in the event I'm ever so badly injured that I need blood, there'll be plenty of Type O on hand to get the job done.  We call this "paying it forward", Boy'O.

Giving blood helps civilians and soldiers alike, Son.  And for all it is to give blood, which is to say a minor inconvenience of time and just a quick pinch in the arm, I feel as though it's the very least I can do.  In fact, lately I've been thinking of ways to do more for others, Son.  Doing more for those in need gives a great sense of fulfillment I find.  And for an able bodied, moderately skilled, hard working and determined individual like me, be it giving blood, welcoming home returning service men and women with the USO, or building a house - all things I've considered - I can do more, and will...

 I now only one job above all others which requires I be exceptional doing it; being your father.  To be a good example, a good steward of minding manners, tempering life's many frustrations, and showing above all that doing the right thing isn't because it's what somebody told you to do or what somebody else expects of you, but because YOU believe it's right.  I believe giving blood every now and again is the right thing to do...

Speaking of giving blood, our Redskins are on, Son!  I gotta watch the game!  Because right now, supporting our football team is definitely the right thing to do!

I love you, Conor.
-Dad