may your blood mix with mine
I'm back from giving blood. The local blood services organization had closed all its branches in favor of a massive donor party in the Conseco Fieldhouse. Turnout was great--the technician who drew my blood told me they had close to 1,000 units by 3:30 p.m. That's absolutely spectacular.
My blood is, I hope, going to help someone. That person may be young or old, male or female, black, white, Asian, Latino, American or foreign. I don't care, and neither do any of the hundreds of people who turned out. They practiced instead a random act of kindness. That's why we are winning the war on terror, and why we will win.