To Remember Me

The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four 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 install artificial life into my body by the use of a machine.
Don’t call this my deathbed, Let it be called the Bed of Life, and 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 babies 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 may live to see his grandchildren play.
Give my kidneys to the 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 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 on her window.
Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help flowers grow.
If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all prejudices 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 a word to someone who needs you.
If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.