I was surprised to see the news today that some Czechs are opting out of the new organ donor system that is in place. Under the new law, it’s assumed that you agree with donating organs, unless otherwise stated. České noviny reports today on the first opt-outs.

Before opting out of such a list, I’d suggest people read this, recently forwarded to the Cystic Fibrosis mailing list:

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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 dont call this my “DEATHBED.” Call this 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.

Give my lungs to a child who has fought endlessly everyday to capture just a breath of fresh-air, so they might be able to run life’s journey and know THEY WILL reach the end.

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 that I have asked, I will live forever.

Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but rather by the moments that take your breath away.

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