DON'T TAKE THIS TOO SERIOUSLY: Making last wish requires creativity

If you knew you were dying next week, what would your last wish be?

Unfortunately, the main list of wishes made to the Make-A-Wish Foundation involve meeting famous people - like ex-football great turned lonely man John Elway or soon-to-be-breakout rap sensation Kevin Federline.

Recently, a terminally ill child wished for Notre Dame head coach Charlie Weiss to visit him, and while Weiss was there, the child asked if he could call the first play of the Fighting Irish's season opener. While his wish was incredibly creative, it got me thinking. If I knew I was dying, what would I wish for?

If I'm dying next week, I'm going to do something outrageously cool like rob a bank or instigate a high-speed police chase.

That would be so awesome.

None of you can tell me you haven't had dreams about a bank heist or police chase.

After coming out of a movie like "Ocean's 11" or any James Bond flick, you just sit there, thinking and dreaming: "Why not me?

"Why can't I dress up in cool black navy-seal-like attire, shimmy through an extremely tight air duct, rappel from the ceiling, punch out a guard while swinging unnoticed in the air, drop down into the sound-protected room and open a safe with my laser Rolex while the "Mission Impossible" theme plays in the background?"

You can't because you'll get in trouble ... duh.

But if you're dying in a week, there would be no worries. I'm telling you, if I knew I was dying next week, I would ask Make-A-Wish if it could fulfill this dream - and if not, I would be on the next flight to Las Vegas to live out my dream with or without the organization's goodwill.

If I didn't catch a flight, I would drive - which would help me live out my second dream of leading the police on a cross-country chase.

First, I would purposely get pulled over for something like speeding. Preferably in a school zone, so I could set a good example when I speed away. Then the cop would walk up to my window, and I'd be all nice.

"Officer, whatever did I do wrong?" I'd say.

When the officer asked for my license and registration, I would calmly roll up my window, give the officer a one finger salute and drive away laughing to myself.

Oh, how I would laugh.

As more and more cops would begin to chase my stealth-like 1996 Honda Accord down the interstate, I'd make sure to wave to the helicopters - smiling and laughing - then as I neared Las Vegas, I'd look for a makeshift ramp.

Not a completely even ramp, either; something only the right side of my car would hit, so my car would go spiraling into the air, crashing into my destination.

Just try to tell me you haven't lived out one of those dreams in your mind.

So, if you don't have long to live, make sure you leave a mark - be creative with your last wish.

 

Write to Ryan at rjsmith@bsu.edu


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