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 don’t call this my “DEATH BED”, call it my “BED OF LIFE” and let my body be used by others to lead fuller lives.
Give my eyes to a man who has never seen 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 has been 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.