Irgendwie faellt mir da grade ein Witz ein wie das angeborene Blut auf einen wirken kann:
Ich weiss, es ist total OT aber trotzdem also los:
An elderly Arab came down with a disease that required surgery and a transfusion. As he had a very rare type of blood, and it couldn't be found locally, the call went out for a suitable blood donor. Finally, a Scotsman was located who had the same type. The Scot willingly donated his blood for the Arab.
The Arab sent the Scotsman, as appreciation for giving his blood, a new BMW, five flawless one carat diamonds, and $100,000, happy that his surgery could now go ahead.
A couple of months later, once again, the Arab had to go through a corrective surgery. His doctor telephoned the Scotsman, who was more than happy to donate his blood again.
After the second surgery, the Arab sent the Scotsman a thank you card and box of Quality Street Chocolates.
The Scotsman was shocked that the Arab did not reciprocate his previous kind gesture as he had anticipated. He phoned the Arab and said, "I thought you would be generous again, that you would give me a BMW, diamonds and money, but you only gave me a thank you card and a box of Quality Street Chocolates."
To this the Arab replied, "Aye, laddie, but now I have Scottish blood in ma veins."