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one life
Harvey 2022-03-23 09:02:52
It is hard to imagine that such a miserable life can exist in a society like today. Humans are always selfish and pitiful creatures. When faced with the suffering of their own people, so many people still shoot at their own people, while those aid workers from other countries sacrifice their lives for the lives of strangers. Thank you to those who have contributed to charitable causes. Although you cannot save the world, one person survived because of your aid. Never give up your hope ,there are still many people try their best to hold the world.They are the real heroes.What they can do may even few.Compared with those who have ability to change the wold but do nothing ,they are good enough. Mybe for someone, they are much like the God than the real one.
Extended Reading
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Nick Callahan: Are you wearing perfume... in the fucking desert?
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Sarah Jordan: Why do you never say my name?
Nick Callahan: Sorry?
Sarah Jordan: You never say my name. Why?
Nick Callahan: pauses - What's the first thing you do when you get a cold?
Sarah Jordan: What?
Nick Callahan: What's the first thing you do when you get a cold?
Sarah Jordan: Uh... chicken soup, aspirin, scotch...
Nick Callahan: You never just have the cold?
Sarah Jordan: I don't know what...
Nick Callahan: interrupts - Taken nothing. Just have the cold?
Sarah Jordan: No
Nick Callahan: No, and that's us, right? We drown it. Kill it. Numb it, anything not to feel. You know, when I was a doctor in London, no one ever said 'medahani'. They don't thank you like they thank you here. Cos here they feel everything, straight from God. There's no drugs, no painkillers. It's the weirdest, purest thing - suffering. And when you've seen that kind of courage in a li... - pauses, tears well up -... in a child... How could you ever want to do anything but just hold him in your arms? You remember that boy in London, JoJo?
Sarah Jordan: Yes of course
Nick Callahan: He was my first save, 10 years old. So thin he could barely stand. But he still found the strength the bury the rest of his family. We have no idea what courage is... He used to write me little notes. He helped me in the clinic. He was good. He was sweet, he was good. He wanted to be like me, I liked that. I mean, it was silly and childish, but it made me feel good about myself. So I took him with me to London, you know, my talisman, my courageous Africa... - pauses - How could I be so bloody stupid? How could I be so totally selfish? The point is... he was my friend. He had a name. So now I HAVE to remember him. If everybody I lose has a name...