Choice: survive or die

At the beginning of the story, I would like to ask a question. If one day you have to choose between life and death, when you live, you will lose the people you value, the things you value, and die, you will lose what you have survived in this world. Qualifications, how would you choose?

What can drag you out of the valley is never time, but the pattern in your heart and the relief from your heart. This world has never empathized with you. You can be depressed, you can complain, or even collapse, but you must understand Self-healing, when your heart is firm enough, no one can influence you.

I used to be a Canadian student and studied in Canada for four years. Maybe you won’t believe it. I have always endured the pressure of being racially discriminated against. In Canada, they seem to have such a prejudice that Japan is a rich person. "I keep Silence, I hate the kind of people who want to get something for nothing, but I won’t speak too much. The days go on like this, going to school early and returning late at night, and life is normal. However, it changes my current life. I almost lost my life. On that day, it was an ordinary day, ordinary school and after school, as if no strange things happened. It was already 7 o'clock in the evening when we were out of school, and it was dark. On the road, I was followed by someone. I realized that something was wrong at the time, but I didn’t care too much about it. I didn’t even take it to heart. It would be fine to call the police when I got home. However, I was about to get home and walked to me. When I was on the small alley that was the only way home, I was cut off. At that time, there were almost no monitoring facilities on those roads. Besides, it was a very remote alley, and almost no people passed by. I understood that I was in the doomsday, he Suddenly came over to me and put a knife against my neck. He was a white man in a jumpsuit with a black mask. He was a little taller than me. He asked me if I had any money. After all, I had a strong temper. I ignored him and continued to move forward, ignoring him, he rushed over to block my way, and asked me with a worse attitude if I had any money in my hand. I didn’t like to bring cash at the time, so I just told him that I didn’t want to pay by credit card. Money, he angrily told me to take off my clothes. It was winter and it was very cold. My down jacket was not cheap, and there were valuables in the clothes. I thought to myself that I would definitely not be able to give it. He, I was still carrying my schoolbag, which was quite heavy, and there was my laptop inside. I pretended that the zipper was stuck while taking off my clothes and asked him to come and help me. When his head came closer, I He picked up the schoolbag and smashed it on him. He was stunned at the time. Then he reacted, leaped at me and stabbed me with a dagger. I was stabbed four or five times, and the rest was blocked with my left hand. After hitting him, he backed up a few steps. At that time, I was close to the station, so I ran to the station madly enduring the severe pain. Finally, I insisted on reaching the station. There were still people at the station. I knew that I had to get down. However, the amount of dizziness caused by excessive blood loss made me aware of the passing of my life.