My Gift Poem by Darwin Henry Beuning

My Gift

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Something we can all give,
It doesn't matter,
The color of your skin
or,
What world you live in
Something,
That can be shared by many
or,
Given to one.
Something special,
'The Gift of Life'

D O N A T E

My Gift
Friday, December 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Written 5: 10am,23 December 2016. It is something wonderful which each of us can do. Become a blood donor. I started at 18 and continue to this day. I would donate now, but, I have a cold.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Darwin Henry Beuning 23 April 2018

23 April 2018, noon. Reported at the Layton Red Cross donation center. Was greeted by Denise Lang, a Red Cross Volunteer. She helped me check in. Then Jerry Faimau took over and verified my eligibility and proceeded with the blood draw. I was in and out within an hour. I encourage everyone to donate The Gift of Life.

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Darwin Henry Beuning 01 April 2017

My wife and I just returned from a vacation to Thailand. I was contacted by the Red Cross yesterday. I told them of my travels. They advised that I will not be able to donate again until a year has passed. I look forward to donating again.

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Kim Barney 24 December 2016

It's a wonderful thing to donate blood. Also, you can become an organ donor. I am too old to donate blood now, but on my driver's license I am an organ donor. I already donated a couple of my fingers years ago...

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Darwin Henry Beuning

Darwin Henry Beuning

Melrose, Minnesota
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