'A Million Dollars' written by Miruna, a patient at Hospice Casa Sperantei 'If someone offered you a million dollars, would you give up your eyesight?' Imagine that you own a million dollar race horse. A horse worth a million dollars. Would you let that horse stay up all night? Work all day... drink alcohol... smoke cigarettes and eat junk food? No? Okay... Would you treat a twenty dollar dog like that? How about a two dollar cat? No? Well why do you treat ME like that? Oh hi! It's your body here! Allow me to introduce myself. I'm the home that you have always lived in. Surely, you remember. We grew up together! And I'm writing this letter. I feel neglected in this relationship, and I'm very disappointed in what I've been seeing. With your ambition to make money, you sacrificed my well-being. Which makes no sense, because when when you get rich, you sacrifice that money to recuperate ME. What's more, is that with all your interest in profit you can't see the truth. I am worth over a BILLION DOLLARS. Don't believe me? Okay, I'll prove it. If someone came to you with a cheque for one million dollars and said - 'Here... All I want in return is your eyesight'. You wouldn't be able to see another sunset for the rest of your life. Would you take that deal? Okay, let's up the bid. Suppose he has a cheque for ten million instead, and if you accepted you would no longer have your arms and legs... Would you take that deal? I can answer that for you. No. These are silly options because your body is worth more than a million dollars. And don't get me started on the heart. When you're sleeping, it doesn't stop beating. That's every second, every minute, every day... and come to think of it I can't recall you even saying thanks. Anyway, I don't want this to come off as rude. I'm just asking for a little attention here. I hope you try to make me look perfect when you're taking pictures. But we both know you've been taking me for granted. Consider this an opportunity. After my performance ends, take some time by yourself. Just you and me. Place your hand on your chest and say, thank you. Thank you to your heartbeat. To your eyes, legs, arms... to your hands that you use for climbing. To your lungs that bring you breath... without you doing anything. You're my homie! I just think it's time you started treating me for what I am worth.