I remember breathing hard, trying to control my terrified heart while a sort of unbreakable resolution took over my troubled self. My mind was clear enough, but my hands shook, my legs felt like jelly. I was using the little strength I had at the tender age of nine to force my small body against the kitchen counter, using my butt to prevent anyone from getting near the drawer full of knives. It wasn’t anyone that I feared would try to gain access to it, though. It was my sister. Continue reading “Give your blood to the cause” →