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
one who depends on a machine to exist. 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. 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.
MORAL LESSON:
God has a purpose for everything. Only prayer
can rescue us from danger.

Beautiful.

God has a purpose for everything. Only prayer
can rescue us from danger.

Not even Jesus was saved from the dangerous hands and nails of CHRISTIANS. . .
Danger is the only cross that can lead CHRISTIANS to GOD. . .
Don't fight the prophesy. . .just die like Jesus.
Shikena!