I mean while I'm dying, not that I want buried with one!
Then again, if it's good enough for Pharoahs to have gold, jewellery and servants interred with them and Chinese Emperors to have whole armies of terracotta soldiers buried alongside them, it's good enough for you and me to have, as you call it, a bit of kitty in our final resting place.
My dying wish is to find out that Harry Potter and his whole story are real.
I had my infatuations, but we both know in our hearts who is the sole love of my short, bright life.
I don't know, it's so hard to chose just one. We all wear so many hats in our lives, so to speak, and each of them calls for a different wish. I mean, as a parent, my most heart-felt wishes concern my kid; as a daughter, I want to do everything I can for my parents; as a wife, I want my DH to be happy and content; then there is also a bit of "me" in me. It's impossible for me to choose one over another.
That being said, one thing that keeps coming up (and it's been on my mind for quite a long time) is being a donor. I would want my organs to be donated and transplanted to those who need them. I know it is possible in some countries, but I will never chance it in my own country (for a number of reasons, first and foremost being a high risk of not being resuscitated when needed).
If you are going through hell - keep going
Don't worry! We'll sneak into the russian border, steal your body, and donate* your organs. We were going to do this anyway. All the better that you want it done.
*with added ummm....administration and processing fees.
Oh, look RainInSpain coughed....someone grab the scalpel.
I knew I could count on you, Brice, to fulfill something other than my dreams - my nightmares!
If you are going through hell - keep going
Yikes, no!
But I'll be stoic and will not retract my wish - I'll just hope those tough guys will overlook it
If you are going through hell - keep going
This doesn't exactly fit the requirements of the competition, but I want to share it anyway.
When I was younger, I was very sick... my organs were shutting down and my parents contacted the Make A Wish program to see if I qualified. While they waited for more information, my grandparents put a "wishing well" in my hospital room. They told me it was bottomless, the I could pick out a tiny wrapped present every day and make a wish. My grandfather told me it would only be empty when I was ready to go home. So, every day I opened a little toy or a book (this is how I got quite a few of my King paperbacks) and made a wish. Every day, there was another new gift in the tiny well. I learned years later that the nurse would sneak them in each night as I slept.
I guess Make a Wish asked my parents for possible "wishes" to be fulfilled... My parents asked me what I would like to do more than anything in the world, believing the answer would be my "dying wish". My answer?
Go home. I had been at the hospital for a long time, quarantined because of my suppressed immune system. I missed my little brother, my own bedroom, my favorite toys, my dog... I even missed my annoying neighbors. The doctors finally agreed to release me at my parents' request, because nothing was working and I kept getting worse. I knew it, too. I could tell something was wrong by the way the nurses stopped visiting just for fun and how sad they looked when they talked to me. I could see how worried the doctors looked whenever I had a new test done. And I knew that I felt very sick, I felt like I was dying.
I'll never forget when my grandfather came in the room and brought me the wishing well, only when I reached inside... it was empty. I'll never forget how he told me I could go home because I was all better, completely healthy. The nurses came in smiling and unhooked my IVs and all the other wires and tubes. They showed my mom and dad how to give me medicine. The doctors came in and hugged me, congratulating me. My mom cried a lot, but said she was just so happy I was okay. When I got home, my brother and I hugged for the first time in months. He said he was sorry for giving me the chicken pox (for my third time), which is what started my illness. He had missed me so much, he'd been sneaking in to sleep in my bed while I was gone. Now that I was home, he snuggled next to me every night until his pre-school started again.
I wanted to go back to school, but wasn't allowed. That's when the doctors finally told me I hadn't gotten any better, I was still sick and going to school could make me even worse. I had this long talk with the doctor about what that meant. That was the first time I remember understanding that all the adults believed I was dying... even my mom and dad. But not my grandfather. No, he insisted the doctors didn't know anything. I had to be healthy if the wishing well was empty, afterall. So my second wish - to go to school - was granted with the help of my grandfather.
Before we knew it, I was getting better. The doctors told us that, with the damage to my organs, I wouldn't live to see 13. When I turned 13, they said there was no way I would see 16. At 16, my expiration date was extended to 18... then 21... and finally I am immortal! Well, the doctors told me there is "no foreseeable death date in the future" which might as well mean eternal life. How did my body manage to keep defying the odds? Because of my grandfather's ability to convince me I was fine, and my ongoing dying wish... not to die.
I would wish for all humans to blink out of existence so that evolution could reroll the die and try to come up with something better.
There's one hole in every revolution, large or small. And it's one word long.. people. No matter how big the idea they all stand under, people are small and weak and cheap and frightened. It's people that kill every revolution.
Originally Posted by Brice
Don't worry! We'll sneak into the russian border, steal your body, and donate* your organs. We were going to do this anyway. All the better that you want it done.
*with added ummm....administration and processing fees.
Oh, look RainInSpain coughed....someone grab the scalpel.
This is an awesome story. I think you won at Life rather than this competition.This doesn't exactly fit the requirements of the competition, but I want to share it anyway.
When I was younger, I was very sick... my organs were shutting down and my parents contacted the Make A Wish program to see if I qualified. While they waited for more information, my grandparents put a "wishing well" in my hospital room. They told me it was bottomless, the I could pick out a tiny wrapped present every day and make a wish. My grandfather told me it would only be empty when I was ready to go home. So, every day I opened a little toy or a book (this is how I got quite a few of my King paperbacks) and made a wish. Every day, there was another new gift in the tiny well. I learned years later that the nurse would sneak them in each night as I slept.
I guess Make a Wish asked my parents for possible "wishes" to be fulfilled... My parents asked me what I would like to do more than anything in the world, believing the answer would be my "dying wish". My answer?
Go home. I had been at the hospital for a long time, quarantined because of my suppressed immune system. I missed my little brother, my own bedroom, my favorite toys, my dog... I even missed my annoying neighbors. The doctors finally agreed to release me at my parents' request, because nothing was working and I kept getting worse. I knew it, too. I could tell something was wrong by the way the nurses stopped visiting just for fun and how sad they looked when they talked to me. I could see how worried the doctors looked whenever I had a new test done. And I knew that I felt very sick, I felt like I was dying.
I'll never forget when my grandfather came in the room and brought me the wishing well, only when I reached inside... it was empty. I'll never forget how he told me I could go home because I was all better, completely healthy. The nurses came in smiling and unhooked my IVs and all the other wires and tubes. They showed my mom and dad how to give me medicine. The doctors came in and hugged me, congratulating me. My mom cried a lot, but said she was just so happy I was okay. When I got home, my brother and I hugged for the first time in months. He said he was sorry for giving me the chicken pox (for my third time), which is what started my illness. He had missed me so much, he'd been sneaking in to sleep in my bed while I was gone. Now that I was home, he snuggled next to me every night until his pre-school started again.
I wanted to go back to school, but wasn't allowed. That's when the doctors finally told me I hadn't gotten any better, I was still sick and going to school could make me even worse. I had this long talk with the doctor about what that meant. That was the first time I remember understanding that all the adults believed I was dying... even my mom and dad. But not my grandfather. No, he insisted the doctors didn't know anything. I had to be healthy if the wishing well was empty, afterall. So my second wish - to go to school - was granted with the help of my grandfather.
Before we knew it, I was getting better. The doctors told us that, with the damage to my organs, I wouldn't live to see 13. When I turned 13, they said there was no way I would see 16. At 16, my expiration date was extended to 18... then 21... and finally I am immortal! Well, the doctors told me there is "no foreseeable death date in the future" which might as well mean eternal life. How did my body manage to keep defying the odds? Because of my grandfather's ability to convince me I was fine, and my ongoing dying wish... not to die.
A lady always remembers her courtesies.
Serious dying wish now:
Fly out to New Zealand and hike the trail that Frodo and Sam took on there quest to Mordor. Granted, I'll require more then bread and water for my journey.
That would surely be an awesome farewell to the world.
"That which you think, becomes your world" Matheson
Whaaaat!! Of course they're real...
Feel free to submit as many separate wishes as you choose.
It may not be an organ but if you 'go' before me, I would honoured if you would bequeath me your compassion.
Quite a story, and hope for all of us there is...thanks for sharing.This doesn't exactly fit the requirements of the competition, but I want to share it anyway.
When I was younger, I was very sick... my organs were shutting down and my parents contacted the Make A Wish program to see if I qualified. While they waited for more information, my grandparents put a "wishing well" in my hospital room. They told me it was bottomless, the I could pick out a tiny wrapped present every day and make a wish. My grandfather told me it would only be empty when I was ready to go home. So, every day I opened a little toy or a book (this is how I got quite a few of my King paperbacks) and made a wish. Every day, there was another new gift in the tiny well. I learned years later that the nurse would sneak them in each night as I slept.
I guess Make a Wish asked my parents for possible "wishes" to be fulfilled... My parents asked me what I would like to do more than anything in the world, believing the answer would be my "dying wish". My answer?
Go home. I had been at the hospital for a long time, quarantined because of my suppressed immune system. I missed my little brother, my own bedroom, my favorite toys, my dog... I even missed my annoying neighbors. The doctors finally agreed to release me at my parents' request, because nothing was working and I kept getting worse. I knew it, too. I could tell something was wrong by the way the nurses stopped visiting just for fun and how sad they looked when they talked to me. I could see how worried the doctors looked whenever I had a new test done. And I knew that I felt very sick, I felt like I was dying.
I'll never forget when my grandfather came in the room and brought me the wishing well, only when I reached inside... it was empty. I'll never forget how he told me I could go home because I was all better, completely healthy. The nurses came in smiling and unhooked my IVs and all the other wires and tubes. They showed my mom and dad how to give me medicine. The doctors came in and hugged me, congratulating me. My mom cried a lot, but said she was just so happy I was okay. When I got home, my brother and I hugged for the first time in months. He said he was sorry for giving me the chicken pox (for my third time), which is what started my illness. He had missed me so much, he'd been sneaking in to sleep in my bed while I was gone. Now that I was home, he snuggled next to me every night until his pre-school started again.
I wanted to go back to school, but wasn't allowed. That's when the doctors finally told me I hadn't gotten any better, I was still sick and going to school could make me even worse. I had this long talk with the doctor about what that meant. That was the first time I remember understanding that all the adults believed I was dying... even my mom and dad. But not my grandfather. No, he insisted the doctors didn't know anything. I had to be healthy if the wishing well was empty, afterall. So my second wish - to go to school - was granted with the help of my grandfather.
Before we knew it, I was getting better. The doctors told us that, with the damage to my organs, I wouldn't live to see 13. When I turned 13, they said there was no way I would see 16. At 16, my expiration date was extended to 18... then 21... and finally I am immortal! Well, the doctors told me there is "no foreseeable death date in the future" which might as well mean eternal life. How did my body manage to keep defying the odds? Because of my grandfather's ability to convince me I was fine, and my ongoing dying wish... not to die.
If he's still alive, maybe I should just end the competition now and the send the book to your grandfather
Wouldn't argue too much with that...trouble is of course, as bad as you might think it is, something worse could result.
Unless of course you die in your quest and your body is lost forever in the mountains, a sojourn which could lead you to Barad-dûr...awesome indeed. How appropriate for a Dark Tower junkie.
A vision without a task is but a dream.
A task without a vision is drudgery.
A vision with a task is the hope of the world.
You could base yourself with jimimck, have your own mini get together and spend the money you save in accommodation costs on a more luxurious casket. Or, just get a bog standard coffin, send me that money and I will set up the MATTGREENBEAN PERPETUAL DYING WISH COMPETITION.
I vote send the book to stkmw02's grandfather! What a wonderful spirit!!!!!
Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think.
It could happen...
Unfortunately, he passed away two days after my 14th birthday. He was a great man and I know he's still "with me" making sure I never forget that no matter what anyone else says, I'm going to be fine. Thanks for giving me an opportunity to share!
Edit: My grandmother, though, is still very much alive! And... shhhh, it's a secret... but she will soon be a GREAT grandmother! (Brice especially cannot share this news on my facebook page! lol)
Have I shared something there I shouldn't have before?Unfortunately, he passed away two days after my 14th birthday. He was a great man and I know he's still "with me" making sure I never forget that no matter what anyone else says, I'm going to be fine. Thanks for giving me an opportunity to share!
Edit: My grandmother, though, is still very much alive! And... shhhh, it's a secret... but she will soon be a GREAT grandmother! (Brice especially cannot share this news on my facebook page! lol)
No, but you are currently the only dt.org - facebook friend I have capable of cross-posting information... so... this is info that cannot be cross-posted.
Congrats!
A lady always remembers her courtesies.
Update...
So far 16 entrants with 21 entries.
2 invalid (unachievable)
1 disqualified (attempted bribery)
Matters not it to me, but so many DTJ's not interested in this??
Don't let this go to another too cheaply guys...get thinking caps on.
In fairness to myself. ..I broke the rule before there was a rule. LOL
Krystle: I won't say a word.
That's the type of thing that endears you to us all BriceIn fairness to myself. ..I broke the rule before there was a rule. LOL
Krystle: I won't say a word.
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