TO REMEMBER ME
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function, and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped. When this happens, do not attempt to instill life into my body by the use of a machine….and don’t let this be called my death bed. Rather, let it be called my bed of life and take my body from it to help others lead fuller lives.
Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby’s face, or love in the eyes of a woman.
Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.
Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his own car so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.
Give my kidneys to one who depends upon a machine to exist.
Take my bones, every muscle, every nerve, every fiber in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
Explore every corner of my brain, take my cells if necessary, and let them grow so that someday a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat, and a deaf girl will her the sound of the rain against her window.
Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the four winds to help the flowers grow.
If you must bury something let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all my prejudice against my fellow man.
If, by chance, you do wish to remember me, do it with a kind word or deed to someone who needs you.
If you do all that I have asked, I will live forever.



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