I give blood for the wrong reasons, but the end result is still positive

He looks so happy, doesn't he?

Donating blood is one of those things you really should do if you're able, but I get why many people don't.

Some have less-than-cooperative veins, others have had various medical conditions that render them ineligible, and many others simply can't do it without passing out.

For whatever reason, I am built to give blood. I have what one Red Cross phlebotomist termed "amazing" and easily accessible veins running the length of both inner arms. I have no fear of blood or of needles, nor do I pass out.

Interestingly, once the needle goes in, it rarely takes more than 5 minutes for my donation to be complete. The red stuff comes out of me quickly.

Thus, giving blood is something I have done with some regularity since 1987 (or maybe it was 1988), when I made my first donation as a senior at Wickliffe High School.

In the early 90s I used to go to the Downtown Cleveland Red Cross Donation Center and give platelets, a process that would take upwards of two hours and required needles in both arms (one to take the blood out, the other to put it back in once the platelets had been stripped out).

For the most part, though, I just do run-of-the-mill whole blood giving. I try to do it every 8 weeks, which is the minimum time interval that must pass between these types of donations.

As I type this, I have given blood 116 times in my life, which works out to a little more than 14 gallons. I know people who have given far, far more than this, but I'm proud of my total.

In fact, it's the act of pushing my donation number higher and higher that most motivates me. I want to tell you the main reason I give is to help people in need, and that obviously IS the best reason, but foremost in my mind is that my personal total ticks one notch higher with each donation.

Recently I tried giving during a blood drive at work but was deferred because my iron level was slightly too low. I was miffed, but not because it meant that one fewer pint of blood would be available to someone in need of it. Rather, I was annoyed that donation #117 would have to be put off for a few weeks while I worked on upping the iron in my blood.

This is silly in many ways, not the least of which is that I'm competing only against myself. It's not like I'm in a race with anybody to see who can give more blood. I just want to win against...me, I guess?

This competitive streak extends to the actual blood-giving process, as well. Sometimes I'll schedule a donation at the same time as my co-worker Mary Ann, and we will frantically squeeze the little foam balls they give us over and over in an attempt to suck the blood from our veins faster and finish before the other person.

One time she beat me by one second.

One second.

I was so angry.

Oh, but someone lying in a hospital bed eventually received my A-positive blood, which is obviously the real goal.

Or at least that's what I have to keep telling myself.