My Final Gift Was My Life
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My soul floated, light as a dandelion seed, looking down at the girl collapsed on the cold, linoleum floor.
Mom, I’m sorry. I really wasn't lying this time. I just couldn't hold on anymore.
Despite knowing I suffered from severe chronic anemia, my mother had insisted I participate in the university’s campus-wide blood drive. She didn't want the "optics" of her own daughter sitting out while she, the Dean of Students, presided over the event. She called it "leading by example."
