It was 12 years ago on this day I donated bone marrow. I’m not sharing this story to garner praise. I’m no saint. I mock adults who wear Tigger sweatshirts and snub Salvation Army bell ringers at Christmas. I’ve found it’s best not to make eye contact. I usually pretend to be looking for my keys. Honey, if I gave money every time I left a store I would be broke. I am not sure what possessed me to register as a bone marrow donor. I was living in New Jersey getting drunk all the time and sleeping around. Oh wait, that was Snookie. I was working as a nanny.…