Time is a rarified commodity for me. Such is the nature of the beast of training to be a physician, both in the aspect of the hours demanded but also in the aspect of trying to stave off death for the patients. Caffeine and adrenaline are well known tools to any in the trade. Even relaxing involves an element of hurry. Hurry up and get home to furiously decompress. Always balanced against fatigue. Before it is time to go back and do it all over again. So even my beloved task of writing often takes a back seat to other more pressing matters, usually sleep. But one commitment I have kept is giving blood. I always make time for it. It has become a sacred ritual of remembering. It is a communion in the truest sense of the religious term. A communion with memories, motivations, unanswered questions, struggles, sufferings. Do this in remembrance.