under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital; busily occupied with the living and the dying.
my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my
life has stopped.
the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed.
bed of life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.
or love in the eyes of a woman.
endless days of pain.
his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.
week to week
find a way to make a crippled child walk.
speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will
hear the sound of rain against her window.
prejudice against my fellow man.
someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.