Guest guest Posted September 22, 1999 Report Share Posted September 22, 1999 > 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 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 teen-ager [sic] 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 from > week to week. " > > " 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 deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window. > Burn what is left and scatter the ashes in 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. Give my sins to the devil. Give my soul > to God. > > 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. " > > AUTHOR UNKNOWN Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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