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Pine Nuts: Power Red and the fountain of youth

McAvoy Layne

Three months ago I walked into the recreation center and rolled up my sleeve to give blood. At the time I was training for a marathon and felt proud that my blood was well oxygenated and might someday give some poor SOB a boost. Little did I suspect it was going to give this SOB a boost.

The lady practitioner asked me all the obligatory questions, i.e., "Have you kissed a Rhesus monkey in the last six months," etc., etc., etc.

"No," I said.

Then she asked me a question I had never heard before: "Would you like to be a hero today?"

What was I going to say? "Sure," I responded.

"OK, we're going to hook you up to Power Red. It'll take a little longer than usual because we're going to take two units of red blood cells," she said.

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"Yeah, OK," I shrugged.

During my time on Power Red she would come over periodically and ask, "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, thanks for asking," I said. I thought I detected a look in her eye that said "just wait."

When they finally unhooked me, I realized they had sucked me dry as a life preserver and left me with just enough red blood cells to crawl out of there on my hands and knees.

While attempting to train the next day, I became lightheaded and had to stop running to keep from passing out. The following day was no better. Running a marathon in November was no longer a consideration, and, as I had been instructed not to give blood again until the middle of January, I figured I would not feel normal again at least until then.

Downhearted, I canceled my marathon but took solace in the fact that my body was minting new blood cells each day, if only one at a time. So I kept running and feeling stronger every day until one day a week or so ago I had the best 45-minute run since the day I met Power Red. The following day was better yet. With a newfound spring in my step I felt I could run to the top of Mt. Rose without fatigue.

The following day I had my eyes examined and discovered my vision had improved to 20-20 in one eye and 20-25 in the other. Power Red was working its magic. By manufacturing all those baby blood cells I was growing younger with each passing day. I scheduled an afternoon of skiing with my seven-year-old grandson, Everett.

"So how many languages do you speak now," I asked while riding in the chair.

"Four," Everett said.

"Oh, yeah? Which ones," I asked.

"My first language is Ewok, my second is English, then British and Scottish," he said.

Obviously, he has no more aversion to hyperbole than his grandfather.

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