If God didn’t have a sense of humor, no one would probably be laughing.

At last, I have grown into a baker’s score of years (21), making me experienced enough to think that the gift of water pales in comparison to that of thirst.

And so, should I die today, my will would read,

“I give:

-My possessions back to the world.

-A sin to anyone whom can be forgiven.

-My creativity to anybody with ambition.

-All of my anger to those whom can control it.

-My sense of humor to whomever has a sense of appreciation.

And to all of you with water, I share with you my thirst.”