Today enter the contest procedures go, I stood before you see a picture that inimitable boy in yellow shirt, spread 2 trillion to buy bread not temporary, dryly enough shrimp for dinner rolls away sang.Nam on your hands cool interrupt ...

At that time, I found myself really lucky?

Age 18 measured by what you have, bravery and responsibility to yourself.

When crossing the road, I paused before she saw a doctor helped parents only daughter a leg ... skinny arms become the fulcrum for the poor child, existing wrinkles on his face, he fumbled between the hustle flow ...

Looks like sometimes you flood your house to play, there is talk of the town as flood her home, in an unfriendly tone ... Now you must find the much admired these people?

UK student volunteers approached the doctor announced, carrying her into the exam room forward.Why run, to help her make all the players tuc.Mo profusely and grin.

I turned to ask her: "How to be wearing her blue shirt that huh?"

Are you now realize the meaning and joy of empathy, sharing simple?

And I'm still crying, tears are also a miracle to bring me contest. Long time she saw her mother crying with rage, because a little vibration early unrequited or even as far away he shook his idol hat runny, sneezing.

Tears now means that I know sad, poignant known as a good thing, since the goal is not complete, because the time is not really trying. Cry themselves to be silenced, no one clapped for, provide or serve as ways to soothe my parents cherish them for so long.

I'm 18 years old, that is big enough to go it alone, and go to the same face, though success and failure. Not to do so, they must practice, have wrought to learn to do because my life is not one where I live instead.

Life as an immense whole, if you do not have to swim, instantly sink, and both her ​​parents can not always go with you as a lifesaver.

She considered this contest is a collision by which time I had learned so much about love, about energy, unhappiness and all the things you share ... do not get too fond arms , warm family. I learned it from a stranger, a boy, a girl no legs or physician with parental love in the pain etched on.

She also view this contest as an opportunity, a chance for someone to prove themselves and children the opportunity to look back at the minh.Da true passion and effort to the end?

If not, go back and work with everything I have ... Then if still fails, she will hug you and cry with you.

And finally, thank you contest which is important, but also just a contest, a challenge, a threshold of life ...

Then tomorrow, walk through the old clumsy stupid enough confidence to go through all the thorns and stones, you will find it is a valuable opportunity that I got from their predecessors, the opportunity to verify the maturity .