A few weeks back I received a text message from a schoolmate informing me that my highschool barkada was down with dengue, checked in the hospital and in dire need of a blood transfusion because his blood platelet was way below normal. I called him up immediately to check how he was, after which I scolded him for not informing us, his highschool barkada, of his predicament.

Since we had the same blood type I offered to donate some of my platelets to him. He was thankful of course that I would go all the way from Davao to Manila just to give blood. To which I answered that it was the least I could do as his bestfriend.

I’ve known this guy since we were in grade one. I’ve known about his dream to make it into the “Honor’s” section, the happiness he felt when he finally got in and the sadness that ensued when the “Honor’s” section was disbanded the following year he made it. We’ve become closer in highschool when our barkada was formed. We shared countless lunches and breaks. Last minute crammings for exams. We took the college entrance exams together. After going our separate ways for college, we would always make it a point to meet at least once a year to catch up.

With all the experiences we’ve shared and the bonds we’ve formed. For any of those guys in my barkada, I would gladly go all the way to Manila to give blood rather than to have to attend a funeral and bear the guilt of not having been able to help a bestfriend when I could, for the rest of my life.

The bad thing of course, was when we were about to put the phone down I suddenly had a cough attack. To which he asked if I had been sick recently and I answered yes but I just had this cough that wouldn’t go away. He replied that I wouldn’t be able to give blood to him because of my recent sickness.

That broke my heart but not my resolve, as I promised to look for a substitute donor for him. So the next thing I did was scour my phone book and started calling all my relatives, friends, batchmates and officemates in Manila to inquire their blood type and if they could give blood. I was surprised at the amount of people who didn’t even know their own blood type. I was finally able to find one and informed my friend. We kept him in reserve incase more platelets would be needed. The good news was with the outpouring of support from friends and relatives, he had no need anymore for further blood donations.

And added bonus of this event, was that I was able to find 2 guys with the same blood type. To my other friend who volunteered, I told him that if he ever needed blood (knock on wood) he could call on the both of us to return the favor.

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