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Remember Me

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 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 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.

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.

Robert Noel Test . . .

The Real Truth About Axe Shower Gel/Body Spray

Someone in this family (Jim) who shall remain nameless (Jim) has blogged on his blog (Jim) about my affection for the scent of Axe shower gel and body spray products for men.

Not true.

There is a picture on the bottle of the Axe products that shows a man, after spraying himself with Axe, finds himself flanked on each side by two attractive (we can assume they are attractive, as we only see a silhouette) women.  What they don’t show you is the next step, where they each grab an end and toss his stinky butt back in the shower to get the horrific odor off of his body before they let him in the house.

 When I think of the smell of Axe products, several things come across my mind – the smell of an old French hooker; a Hillbilly bath; oh my God, Jim, get away from me with that reek about you!

I have been suffering from allergies recently.  I had been blaming the dog, but now I have to wonder if it’s the Axe stuff.  I’ll gladly admit to an allergy to that if it means I don’t have to smell it anymore 🙂