Take no thought for the morrow!!!
Friday, February 10, 2012
Matthew 6:34 Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.
TODAY I got new insight into this verse.
See, I am a regular blood donor. When my schedule, and iron level, permits I do pheresis and donate plasma and platelets at least two times a month. Several times over the last twenty years I have been deferred for low iron count or because I had traveled to malaria areas. In all that time, I NEVER received any certified letters from a blood bank.
Yesterday evening (Weds) I received a message that I had to go to the post office to pick up a certified letter from the regional blood bank. I tried calling the donor hot line to find out what it was. I'm abstinent now, and have always been. I was sexually abused years and years ago, but I have given fifteen gallons of blood since then. I haven't been out of the country in over four years, much to my chagrin. Despite having knowledge of these facts I still became disconcerted about getting a certified letter from the blood bank!
The regional blood bank is regulated by the FDA, it is immensely sterile, and they take precautions to a tune that I almost find ridiculous...I mean, I donate at the same branch regularly but due to regulations if I forget my picture i.d. i cannot donate. These folks are serious about their policies. I know they test all donations prior to using them. I still was unsettled... After all, why would they send ME a certified letter.
To make things a little more uncomfortable for me, I live twenty miles from the post office that had the letter, and i do not have a car. I have to walk ten miles to get to the bus stop that would take me to the post office, and I have been nursing a sore foot. I went for my first walk in two weeks yesterday afternoon...today my foot is tender.
I finally got to sleep last night, i had prayed to dismiss the letter from my mind, but it really wasn't happening. I woke up this morning and immediately called the blood bank. In fact, I called the department that was responsible for notifying donors that they had communicable diseases and the like. They had NO information to help me! The person I spoke with assured me that it was unlikely that I had a communicable disease. She informed me that some times recipients tested positive for diseases and then all donors whose blood was used were notified to be tested for the same. I was able to breathe a little easier, but still found myself stressing!
I decided to go to the food bank with my friend so that her sister would take me to the post office. The stop at the food bank took less than twenty minutes. Because I did not have the notice of attempted delivery with me I had to wait for a supervisor to help me. After a 40 minute wait I had the letter in hand.
After signing for the letter, I got a little nervous by the sheer bulk of the letter. It cost this non-profit agency $6.12 to send it to me. As soon as I opened the letter I started laughing.
As an incentive for donating blood the blood bank will often give away gift certificates, t shirts, movie tickets etc... Well, I guess these incentives are serious business.
In October my post office box was closed for lack of payment. It took me two months before I decided where I would have my mail sent. I never submitted a formal change of address to the post office because most people contact me via facebook or through one of my siblings. As it happened, I did not donate blood between Thanksgiving and Christmas because I was working as Santa's helper! I did resume a donation schedule at the end of December or the first of January at which time I advised them of the change of address.
As I stressed over the importance and significance of getting a certified letter from the blood bank I did not consider that it had anything to do with the call I got from them a couple weeks ago! About two weeks ago someone from the regional office called to get my address, they mentioned that some of my incentives had been returned to them and they needed my address. I gave them the new address, thinking it slightly odd that it was in my donor profile and they needed it again.
The stress was all for naught. I am healthy. And recipients of my donated blood are fine. The blood bank spent $6.12 to send me the five gift certificates that had been returned to them while my post office box was out of service and I was MIA!
I DON'T WANT TO ADD TO SCRIPTURE OR ANYTHING, BUT, IN LIGHT OF THIS I WOULD LIKE TO PARAPHRASE AND SUGGEST:
Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day ARE the BLESSINGS thereof.!!!