I wrote an essay about how I convinced him not to commit a suicide. This is an experience I considered that changed my life. Hope to receive as many feedbacks possible.
Half way up the Effiel Tower, an 18-year-old girl closed her eyes. With nothing left in the world to care about anymore, she fell. It was graceful, like a leaf falling from the tree. She plunged 60 meters, crashing onto a restaurant patio on the first floor of the Paris monument. In a courageous way she ended her life, but she left me wondering that does it really take more courage to suicide than to move on with one's life?
I admired her heroic deed, for she had the opportunity to fly like a superman and for her determination, since she chose an irrevocable way to kill herself. In addition, I was grateful for she climbed so high that her sacrifice coincidentally taught me a lesson: every life has its ups and downs, peaks and valleys, so why not have patience and wait till the next peak looms in our sight naturally?
A few days ago I connected with an English stranger on Omegle. During a two-hour conversation, I managed to save his life.
He used to be a musician, playing cornet in two bands and taking his General Certificate of Secondary Education in music. Then one day, when he was performing with one band, he had a panic attack for no reason. After that, he could not face going to rehearsals, let alone performing. He was only with the second band then, and made excuses when asked to perform. But the nightmare did not end. He started college, but only to quit a week later since those attacks kept on torturing him. Doctors put him on tablets but did not work. So he stayed at home, did nothing at all, and was in constant pain.
"My career plan is ruined. I'll never study music at University." He said. He used to be top in my class at school, always getting praise for his skills. But what he had wanted in life that he was so sure has all been taken away from him. "I'm just waiting for a day soon when I have enough courage to kill myself." The terrifying image of a suicide was tormenting me. I had to save him; I would never allow the tragedy to happen in front of my eyes. But how?
It turned out that intuition led my way. Following my heart, I tried to build up his confidence by proposing my "peaks-and-valleys theory" and showing my respect for him. I admired him just like how I admired the girl who jumped off from the Eiffel Tower so I let him know. Then I took my stand. "If you can get out of this mess you can live a great life," I said, "I bet many people will be there for you after hearing your story; at least I will." I told the truth. Whether it was because of esteem or compassion, I desperately hoped to save this young musician. "Every cloud has a silver lining, and there's nothing in this world that you can't get over with. I know I will cower in face of something like you've experienced, but I will at least try very hard before I think of killing myself..."
Nothing could have satisfied me more as he was finally disillusioned by nirvana. He asked for my name, and told me he would write a march in my honor. "We need more people like you in this world," He said, "and remember the name Robinson, because maybe one day you will see my music somewhere." I believed him, and from that day on, life would be different for him and me, because we both came to understand that we should live our lives with heart and soul.
What goes up----must come down. The journey to the future will be tough, but I will always keep faith in my heart.
Half way up the Effiel Tower, an 18-year-old girl closed her eyes. With nothing left in the world to care about anymore, she fell. It was graceful, like a leaf falling from the tree. She plunged 60 meters, crashing onto a restaurant patio on the first floor of the Paris monument. In a courageous way she ended her life, but she left me wondering that does it really take more courage to suicide than to move on with one's life?
I admired her heroic deed, for she had the opportunity to fly like a superman and for her determination, since she chose an irrevocable way to kill herself. In addition, I was grateful for she climbed so high that her sacrifice coincidentally taught me a lesson: every life has its ups and downs, peaks and valleys, so why not have patience and wait till the next peak looms in our sight naturally?
A few days ago I connected with an English stranger on Omegle. During a two-hour conversation, I managed to save his life.
He used to be a musician, playing cornet in two bands and taking his General Certificate of Secondary Education in music. Then one day, when he was performing with one band, he had a panic attack for no reason. After that, he could not face going to rehearsals, let alone performing. He was only with the second band then, and made excuses when asked to perform. But the nightmare did not end. He started college, but only to quit a week later since those attacks kept on torturing him. Doctors put him on tablets but did not work. So he stayed at home, did nothing at all, and was in constant pain.
"My career plan is ruined. I'll never study music at University." He said. He used to be top in my class at school, always getting praise for his skills. But what he had wanted in life that he was so sure has all been taken away from him. "I'm just waiting for a day soon when I have enough courage to kill myself." The terrifying image of a suicide was tormenting me. I had to save him; I would never allow the tragedy to happen in front of my eyes. But how?
It turned out that intuition led my way. Following my heart, I tried to build up his confidence by proposing my "peaks-and-valleys theory" and showing my respect for him. I admired him just like how I admired the girl who jumped off from the Eiffel Tower so I let him know. Then I took my stand. "If you can get out of this mess you can live a great life," I said, "I bet many people will be there for you after hearing your story; at least I will." I told the truth. Whether it was because of esteem or compassion, I desperately hoped to save this young musician. "Every cloud has a silver lining, and there's nothing in this world that you can't get over with. I know I will cower in face of something like you've experienced, but I will at least try very hard before I think of killing myself..."
Nothing could have satisfied me more as he was finally disillusioned by nirvana. He asked for my name, and told me he would write a march in my honor. "We need more people like you in this world," He said, "and remember the name Robinson, because maybe one day you will see my music somewhere." I believed him, and from that day on, life would be different for him and me, because we both came to understand that we should live our lives with heart and soul.
What goes up----must come down. The journey to the future will be tough, but I will always keep faith in my heart.
