Rose

“May I share a story with you?” asked Rose. 

“Please,” smiled Omar. 

“To feel better, clean my heart, purge old fears, and improve longevity I climbed down from my tree house to donate at the blood bank. Good old A-hemoglobin. A child I will never know, meet or love in this life, suffering from cancer needed platelets more than I. 64 clicks of earth’s rotation between donations.

"Today’s the day. It’s the best recycling program on the planet.

"The irony of my calmness was compared and contrasted with a mother pacing sterile emergency rooms at Sacred Heart Hospital wondering if her child would receive necessary essential ingredients.

"A solemn-faced, distracted cardiovascular lab technician with his own particular problems, challenge’s and opportunities, said to her, “at this moment we have no matching donors. We’ve sent out a search engine to see what’s available on the market. People are selling short to cut their losses. It’s all about supply, demand, and the fear of poverty. There are indications of further interest rate cuts to stimulate consumer confidence. We have no immediate indication of a stimulus. We will keep you informed.”

The mother doesn’t appreciate this prattle from a white lab rat coat.

“I am engaged by a stimulus,” cried the mother. “It is pure sensation.”