A poem by John Otts.

John Otts last poem,,,,,,Mortality Original Post by Luana Ball at 8:56 PM PST on 09/22/2005 Riverside, CA - RNY (03/23/2005) I am from the Calif Board, and we just lost a great friend. Before going into the hospital, John asked me to save this poem, and if anything happened. I should post it. John lost his fight tonight. I was asked to post this on the main baord, I know that most of you don't know John, so I am also adding a link to his page. John had a long hard fight for this surgery. He belive in the surgery, and knew the risks, but still he went. We will miss him. God Bless You John. Luana http://www.obesityhelp.com/morbidobesity/members/profile.php?N=O1067734105 http://www.obesityhelp.com/morbidobesity/members/status.php?N=O1067734105 Mortality Is it my time to go? Will I lose the fight? I will pass on the baton, If you will it. While I want to stay, I know that isn't your way. You know what's best for me, This I know. So my arms are outstretched my Lord, Do with me as you will, Take me home to you, Or let me stay on Earth. So that's your word Lord, You're taking me home. I'm ready to go, As you know. For those still here, Fighting the battles. Keep the faith, and stay, the path. ©9/21/05 by John Ott, Jr. I dedicate this to all who are trying to control the disease of obesity by using that wonderful tool known as weight loss surgery. I wrote this one while thinking about my impending surgery and considering the possibility that I wouldn't make it. If this poem is posted on the ObesityHelp messageboards by anyone other than myself, it means that I did die in the attempt, whether it was on the table, or afterwards. For my brothers and sisters still struggling, keep the faith. This disease does not have to be fatal. I am looking over you all from my place in Heaven and if God allows me to do so, I will lend you the strength you need to persevere. RE: John Otts last poem,,,,,,Mortality Response from Mitzi T at 9:05 PM PST on 09/22/2005 Makawao, HI - RNY (01/12/2005) I am in tears reading this poem. John worked at a middle school just like me. I am so sorry for his family. They are all in my prayers.