A little text to say what I feel about death.

(Desculpa, mas tá em inglês) Encontrei esse texto. Gostei e repasso pra todos. Pra mim, eu repito as palavras do rapaz aí:

The day will come, I know. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and my life has stopped. When that happens, do not attempt to introduce artificial life into my body by the use of a machine.
Instead, 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 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 be able to shout as his tean scores a goal and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window.
If you wish to remember me, do it with a kind of deed or word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.
(Adapted from "To Remember Me", by Robert N. Test, in Cincinatti Post.)