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 that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body
by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed. Let it be called
the Bed of Life, and let my body be taken 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
car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play. Give my kidneys
to one who depends on a machine to exist. Take my bones, every muscle,
every fiber and nerve 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 hear the sound of rain against her window.
Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the
flowers grow. If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses
and all prejudice against my fellow man.
If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word
to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.
- WRITTEN BY ROBERT N. TEST -
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