To Remember Me

When my hour comes, do not attemp to introduce artificial life into my body by the use of a machine.

Instead, give my eyes to a man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby’s face or love in the eyes of a woman. Give my heart to someone who whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain. Give my kidneys to someone who depends on a machine to survive. Take my blood, my muscles, every nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk. Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that someday a spechless boy will be able to shout as his team scores a goal, and a deaf girl will be able to hear the sound of rain tapping on her window.

Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the wind to help flowers grow. If you really want to bury anything, let it be my faults, my weaknesses, and all prejudice against my fellow men.

Give my sins to the devil, my soul to God. If you should wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you. If you do all the things I have asked, I will live forever.

by Robert Test