A Ray of Light

There's no other way of putting it.....Wednesday I was in a towering grump and being an evil old witch. No excuses- probably over tired but I am big enough and ugly enough to know when I need an early night. I came in from work muttering and griping over my woes and then got even more irritable with myself because I knew that what I was groaning and moaning about was trivial. Thankfully Mr GBT has the patience of a saint and he quietly slipped off, returning with a much needed cuppa and his listening ears firmly sellotaped on. Having generously shared all my load with him I started to settle and then one small thing completely turned it all around.....

Our soon to be 18 year old son sauntered in and casually mentioned in passing that he'd received a text message to say that the blood he'd donated earlier this month had been sent to a hospital in Wolverhampton. That stopped me in my tracks as I realised my child [as do many others] had helped to save another person's life and just how incredible that is when you stop and think about it. He signed up as a donor on his 17th birthday last year without telling me first and it has been one of my proudest parenting moments of late. This joins it...yes we will celebrate hopefully a good set of exam results in a few months time which he's working very hard for at the present time, but this for me is much bigger than all that. Although sadly I am no longer able to donate he joins my Mum who has been doing so for fifty years. I know how pleased she was when I told her. I think this feedback must be a new thing.

Arilx