Today what I have done is so significant for people in my life. Was there anything remarkable done by me that others could remember me? From my childhood, I was very ambitious to do something that could be helpful for others. I never wanted to live for fulfilling my purposes only. I had many things on my bucket list by which I can serve people. But I have found life is no bed of roses. Reality affects my way of thinking. I became busy to fulfill my needs and forgot what I wanted in my childhood. It makes me scared when I have found nothing precious that could bring many changes to anyone’s life. Now I am 27 which is more than one-third of the average lifespan for the people of Bangladesh. I might not live that long too. I have wasted most of my time by involving myself in so many unnecessary things. So it is now high time for me to be focused on doing something for society, for the people and my heart. Though I want to do good things I think I have done one thing that I should be proud of myself. From when I have become eligible, I am donating my blood regularly. Right now I have lost count of how many times I have done this. Whenever I donate blood it makes my mind happy. I feel a bit fulfilled after every time I donate blood. So today I am going to share some of my experiences and feelings when I gave my blood to others.
We all know that blood becomes very important to those who suffer in hospitals bed. Yes, one could say why I am making it an issue or giving it so important when there are so many blood banks and donors out there. As I have already said I lost count of how many times I was there in the bed of hospitals to donate my blood, I have seen how the family members of the patient get nervous when they search for blood. My blood group is A positive (+), one of the most common blood groups. One can find this blood easily. But the thing is some other things make it hard to find a donor of any blood group which makes the family members of the patient tensed. Until they a donor is found they can never feel released whenever it is needed.
I can hardly remember the moment I first donated blood since it was almost 9 years ago. But I remember the place. It was in Dhaka Medical College. After that, I went to DMC four times to donate blood. Although it is one of the most important public hospitals in Bangladesh, yet its environment for both the patients and the donors is not satisfactory. I could never appreciate my experiences of donating blood in these hospitals. Most of the time I came back with pain in my hand from blood was taken. But except for this, I always felt happy since I was lucky enough to help at least four patients in this hospital by giving my blood. I can remember one event so clearly when I felt satisfied so much when a mother of a young boy, who got injured in a car accident and was in some kind of coma, hugged me cried for minutes. She told me that she and her family went to places and contacted many people for blood.
Another event that made me burst into tears was when I went to Dhaka Combined Military Hospital to give my blood. As it was CMH, I knew it was a family of a military family. It was a cloudy day. I was on campus for my class. The time was mid of April 2019, Gobindo, my friend and former president of Badhon of Jagannath Hall, called me and asked me if I was available for donating blood. I told him I could. Then he sent me the details. I contacted the person and went CMH. When I reach there it was already dark out there. I met the person at the blood bank of CMH. He was a soul JCO of the Bangladesh Army. He had a strong face and was very polite. I liked his behavior. He needed blood for his mother who was suffering from a serious disease for many days and that was not the first time she needed blood. I felt very pity for his mother. After cross-matching of my blood, I went into the room to give blood. Heavy rain with storm had already started there. I was thinking if I could reach home and attend my tuition. After completing the process of blood giving, I had to wait at the blood bank to stop it as it was still raining cats and dogs out there. The JCO person requested me to wait and have some coffee with him. There was no reason to refuse his proposal. So we went to the canteen. He ordered coffee and a burger for both of us. Then started talking about his mother's condition. But he could barely talk at that moment. I felt the pain he was carrying in him. Suddenly, he burst into tears. It was a little bit surprising for me to see a tall and strong guy crying. It was like he was trying to control his mind but he failed. Suddenly I realized I don’t know what to do. Though I was younger by far to him, I hold his hands and console him. He thanked me thousand times as he needed blood as soon as possible. Then he told me the sacrifices he had made for his mother as she was the only hope to live. I became amazed and speechless after hearing his words. Though I am not going to share his stories of sacrifices here, undoubtedly, that day, he set an example of how to love parents to me. I learned a lot from him that evening. I was so hypnotized by his stories that I forgot that I had to go home to attend my tuition. It took two hours and the stubborn rain had no sign to stop till that time. Then I decided to call Uber but he requested me to give him chance to drop me over. I was living in Uttara at that time and he drove me all the way there.
These two experiences of me come to me as vice-versa. The love of a mother to her children is unquestionable. No one could ever deny the sacrifices of a mother for children. From day one, every mother is always ready to give her life for his children. But in this modern world, when everyone is so busy with themselves, a son's sacrifices for his mother have become very scarce. But the guy taught me how to love parents. My respect for these people will never end. May God help them to live long so that they could serve their parent.
