A Drop for the Soul

Water in puddles splash upwards when they get jumped on.  It’s true.  We all know it.  But how can something so inconsequential evoke so much in anyone?  Playing out in the narrow neighborhood streets.  Running barefoot, skins skimming the layer of water covering the asphalt.  Clothes drenched, clinging to our nimble bodies, chasing each other’s swiftly.  Visibility a challenge as the heavens relentlessly empty its rain out on us, little children, caring not for anything but who to tag next.  Jumping in puddles.  Echoing laughter that will stay in mind and heart forever.

That was the type of memory that triggered a wanting in me.  I wanted to breathe in that childhood air when I decided to write my 30-day bucket list.  And as much as it rains in Florida, this was nothing but possible.  Last Saturday, I got the opportunity to share such an experience with the kids.  I grew up playing in the street, and I really want that for my children.  Yes.  It’s dangerous out there.  The kids can get sick.  Or hurt.  But then, it was even more dangerous where I was from.  Really.  And as kids, we got sick and hurt.  Yet, we overcame all of that.  That’s what kids do.  They grow and learn and overcome.

6.  Dance in the rain.

We danced.  We played.  We jumped on puddles over and over again.  We got soaked in fun!  The best part for me was watching my beau’s eldest and my daughter have such a blast.  We kicked the soccer ball around.  We chased each other like maniacs as people drove by probably thinking the same of us, worse of me for taking the kids out in the rain.  Why not?  It’s just water.  Anyway, to top it off, we jumped in the pool as soon as the rain stopped.  Yep.  Childhood happily remembered.  Bucket kicked with satisfaction.


Later on that night, I took a drive to get a couple of things to make dinner.  Country fried steak with veggies and mashed potatoes.  Delicious.  The blood mobile happened to be parked right by the grocery store, so I decided to make a pit stop.  When I was in college, I donated twice a semester.  That’s quite a bit of blood.  It’s been over 10 years since I donated last, and I was just in a feel-good moment; so I thought, “Why not?”  I called Mike to make sure everything was alright back home and let him know what I wanted to do.  He told me that donating could be my random act of kindness, and I jumped in exclamation, “Yes!”

13.  Do a random act of kindness.

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I entered the bus and was pleased to see a couple of beds occupied.  It’s nice to see other people helping out.  I did the routine paperwork and questionnaire.  Shortly afterwards, I anxiously sat on an empty bed and waited to get poked.  Needles don’t scare me, but I forgot how enormous that needle was!  I almost looked away!  Yet, I just had to stare that needle in its eye as the phlebotomist punctured my delicate skin.  I’m currently sporting a 16-gauge hole on my elbow pit.

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And as the blood drained from my body down to a waiting piece of plastic, I felt good.  I may not have been directly being kind to somebody, but I knew that this kindness will one day affect someone’s life.  They say a pint of blood can save three lives.  Three!  Just by sharing an hour of my time and a little of myself, I might have made a difference in three people’s lives.  And that’s just one donation.  I intend to make this more of a habit, especially since I am able to.  Statistics say that in the US, only 37% of the population are eligible to donate blood, yet only 10% actually do it.  I challenge myself to donate more, and I pose this challenge to you as well.

Here’s what a pint of my blood looks like:

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(The phlebotomist seemed creeped out here as I asked to take a picture of my blood.  Who does that? Insert Dracula laugh here.)


Anyway, see that empty bed next to me?  Face the needle!  Save a life!

(The phlebotomists were so wonderful; they even matched my arm wrap to my pants! Ha!)

The awesome part of it all was dinner that night.  I ended up getting a grocery gift card for my donation (and a Powerade).  Can you believe that I spent a mere $0.67 on dinner for the whole family?  That’s a shopping feat for me!  The deed done was great, but the reward was even greater! 🙂

And here’s to two buckets kicked in a day!  My Monday is starting early at 5:30 am as my beau just left for work.  Hope Monday is an adventure for you and me!

This post is in reference to my YOTTO bucket list.


Author: Jennifer Longinos

I'm a freelance writer and a homeschooling mom of two awesome toddlers. If we aren't out on an adventure, we spend most of our days tickling each other on the bedroom floor, making things explode in the kitchen, jumping on piles of laundry before and after washing, or just doing random little things that make life absolutely worth it.

2 thoughts on “A Drop for the Soul”

  1. That’s great! We havent played in the rain but I will do it next time. I am part of the population that can’t donate, but before I was told I couldn’t I used to donate once a year. But its b/c once I almost needed a transfusion and there was shortage, thankfully I didn’t need one but after that I never wanted someone to go through what I did. Your a great all around person and I’m happy to call you friend!

    1. Thanks Tasha! Next time it rains on the field we’ll just have to let all the kids play…like how professionals play in the rain. Hahaha! And thanks for following the blog as well 🙂

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