I can relate to this man's desire to donate blood in appreciation for what was done for him. When my daughter and her twin sisters were born in 1980, I had to have a C-section which went fine, but, for some reason, I began to bleed afterward. I had to have a hysterectomy later that same day to get me to stop bleeding, but in the process I received 10 units of blood in about a 6 hour period. A normal person only has 5-6 units in their entire body, so, obviously, I would not be alive today had it not been for those 10 "strangers" who gave the gift of life to me. I now give blood every eight weeks and have done so for many years. I am O pos which is the type that is most in demand. My husband asks me from time to time, "Haven't you donated enough?" My answer is that I can never donate enough to repay those 10 people who saved my life that day!
There was a couple I met once (both now deceased), who had this problem. (The husband was someone my father served under in WWII.) Their first child survived, but their second one died soon after birth—they thought the second one might have lived except for a mistake by the hospital.