My father role modeled for me the importance of donating blood. I love the idea that every two months or so we get to roll up our sleeves and do something that is potentially lifesaving for another human being, without ever knowing who they are. A religious rabbi could be donating blood to an atheist who is unkind to Jews, and it wouldn’t matter. We are meant to learn the art of living with empathy and kindness, while simultaneously sticking to our principles and hard-core, unbreakable, values. Yes, I would like the world to operate by the code embedded in Torah, I believe that its ethics and morals are to be cherished and observed by all, but just because those are my innate beliefs, doesn’t mean that I should abandon my inner kindness, my empathy, for another, even if they are, in my opinion, a menace to society.