To Remember Me

To Remember Me
By Robert N. Test

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 busy 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 other 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 this car,
so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.Give my kidney 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, some day,
a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat
and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her windows.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.Give my sins to the devil.Give my soul to the God.If, by chance, you wish to remember me,
do it with kind deed or word to someone who needs you.If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.