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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 ėntents and purposes, my life has stopped.

When that happens, do not attempt to ėnstill artificial life ėnto my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed. Let ėt be called the bed of Life, and let my body be taken from ėt to help others lead fuller lives.

Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or love ėn 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 †o 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 ėn my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.

Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, ėf 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 ės left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow. If you must bury something, let ėt 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 ėt with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.

If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.

By Robert N. Test