For Someone Else You Are Perfect
If there’s ever a morning when you wake up and you look into the mirror and hate what you see, just think that for someone else you are perfect. Even if it’s after you die.
No, I’m not being a jerk, or perhaps I am but it’s not my intention, or maybe it is. What I wanna tell you is that you can be useful to others even after a bus runs over you.
Yes, I’m talking about being an organ donor. It’s painless, you won’t feel a thing, I promise.
If you aren’t already, my question is what are you waiting for?
The way my parents taught me about it was with that game Operation. They would show my brother and me all the things we have inside that could be of great use to others once we are no longer alive.
My brother would cry when my parents would talk about how if they died they wanted to donate everything that was useful.
He didn’t want my parents to die. Then when he was a teenager I’m sure he wished for it a couple of times, but that’s a different subject.
My parents brainwashed us to donate, blood especially, because we have a rare type. We are like aliens. We are AB-, unicorn blood. Whenever they would donate blood they would bring us the little juice they would get at the clinic and a band-aid.
It looked so silly back then, but now I see the importance of it. It doesn’t matter if you are old or young, you are stuffed with goodies that are precious to others. You’ll need nothing in the afterlife, and with the airlines charging extra for everything you better leave everything here and stuff yourself with clothes, unless you wanna be one of those naked angels. (google naked angels with the filter off and you’ll see what you get hahahahah)
Let your family know that you don’t want a funeral, you don’t want to be buried or incinerated or left for the scavenging birds and hyenas to eat in case you die on a safari. Donate your insides and save money and donate your body to science (if they wanna take it).
I’m writing this post because after a long wait I finally got my donor card. So if you were planning to kill me, now is the time.
On Saturday, I’ll be doing grocery shopping at our local Farmer’s Market, there’s a lot people there but it’d be a good chance to kill me.
Have a happy weekend and don’t be sad, soon will be Monday again!