It’s April, DONATE LIFE Month! Look where I am now after receiving a new liver. 113,742 people are waiting RIGHT NOW for a life-saving transplant. If a transplant weren’t their last option, their only hope? They would not be on that list. It’s a scary list to be on, with death so close, yet hope on the other side. Sadly, a lot of those people will not see hope. They will die waiting on an organ because there just aren’t enough to go around. Will you sign up to be an organ donor? You can register here and if you have any questions or inhibitions, please check out these page of truths regarding organ donation or send me an email at agoodwin2010 (at) gmail (dot) com
113,742… what if one of those people were in your family? One of those people was me… just 19 months ago. What if my donor hadn’t have decided to donate his organs once he was gone ? What if his family hadn’t have thought it was a good idea because they had unanswered questions or were uncomfortable with the subject? I don’t know where I’d be today.
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 teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might 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 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 weakness 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.
To Remember Me; Robert N. Test