August is marked as the “Organ Donor Month”.
Organs that can be donated are: Kidney, Eye, Lungs, Heart, Liver, Pancreas, Cornea, Small Intestine, Skin tissues, Bone tissues, Heart valves and Veins. Wow! to think so many parts of ourselves can be used after we leave this world. Since we cannot take them with us, why not donate them, so that others can benefit from them : “Don’t take your organs to heaven with you. Heaven knows we need them here.”
Anyone can register as a donor: young, old, large or small, ill or healthy. We are never too old to donate; there is always a chance that we can donate an organ or tissue, whatever our age.
Our recycling goals must not end by just recycling old things, clothes, or some junk like coke cans etc., instead we must seriously think of recycling our organs after our death. None of us are perfect human beings, but we sure can become perfect by willing our organs to be used to save many lives.
Here is a nice poem to inspire us:
To Remember Me Robert Noel Test (1926-1994)
To Remember Me
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." Call it my "bed of life," and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.
Give my sight 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 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.
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 windows.
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 my 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.
