I got impaled by a huge sharp metal tube

Sounds a bit dramatic for a phlebotomy. I'm not so reactive to other injections, just phlebotomies. The size of that so called needle (which is more like a boba straw) is ridiculous. Some people say the pain is like an ant bite,... yeah maybe a mutant lucifer ant from hell. I don't know how and why people come up with these things, just say its painful so I don't get a huge shock as I am getting impaled by a huge sharp metal tube (21 gauge, almost 1 cm in diameter :").

Here is a picture of the crime scene. You can see the face of a traumatized person here, mentally recalling Matthew 25:40 and Romans 8:28 for 15 minutes straight. The last time I donated blood was in 2019 in a campus event. That time it was because of peer pressure, this time, more like God pressure.

I had recently meditated and wrote a lengthy article on christian compassion and listened to a Sunday sermon on serving God with what we have. Fate has it that there would be blood donations in church this Sunday. I had avoided phlebotomies for the last three years, the sting of the mutant lucifer ant from hell still haunts my mind. But I was resolved to overcome my fear, and love my God (by loving others) by donating my blood.

Seems like a hyperspiritualization of a routine medical procedure, but I genuinely believed that Christ receives my service to men (in this case, me donating blood to a recipient), as if it was Christ Himself that received it (Matthew 25:40). Christ has shed His blood and even died on the cross for me, and here I am getting pale over 350cc of blood being drawn. As blood was being drained out of my tense nervous body, I prayed a short prayer and mentally sung the hymn "more love to thee oh Christ". What I did was not much, but today I learned to do small things with great love and conviction. Pray that the blood donated may be used for the benefit of others, and for courage so I will go through this again in 3 months. :")