A friend’s father passed away today. He needed O+ blood platelets and I was supposed to go down to Singapore General Hospital tomorrow to donate some. My friend, who is also a sister in church, asked me for help yesterday, and I felt there wasn’t a rush to donate because of my so-called punishing schedule.
That’s right, if I hadn’t gone to watch Dim Sum Dollies, I could have headed down to do the donation and I wouldn’t have met Kim either.
I feel sorry for my friend because of her loss.
And I hate myself so much for not donating the platelets yesterday when it could have mattered.
And I am so angry with myself for not trying hard enough to try and talk to Kim more, when the opportunity was right there in front of me. Now I may never get the chance again.
I don’t deserve to live, but I’ll still promise that I won’t let anyone wait for my help anymore.