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 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 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 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 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 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 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.

by Robert N. Test

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