    Remember Me The day will come when my body will, lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under, tucked under four corners of a mattress, located in a hospital busily occupied with the, Living and 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 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 heart to a person whose own heart has, caused nothing but endless days of pain. Give my blood to the teenager who 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 speechless boy will shout, at the crack of a bat , and 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.  |
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