To be honest, I’m a nice person, but I’m not that nice of a person that I would voluntarily go out of my way to sign up for a bone marrow drive. Back in 2009, when I was about 28 years old, I was more than likely leaving work with my co-workers to go to a bar. We just so happened to come across a drive for a little girl named Jasmina from New York, and we were curious and stopped. They told us, “Oh, it’s just a swab,” so we just did it on our way to probably get a drink. They mailed me a card saying I was now in the bone marrow donor system, and I just never thought anything else about it.
The Lifetime Movie Phone Call
I’ve always kept the exact same cell phone number to this day. Out of nowhere, 13 years later, DKMS—the organization that hosted the drive—called me on my cell. They said, “Hi, you attended a bone marrow drive 13 years ago. You came up as a match for someone who’s in need of a bone marrow donation.”
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