As my past flashed in my mind, I began to think of the things I've yet to achieve in my life. Do they still matter to me? I suddenly remembered Martin King Luther once said this when someone asked what will he do if he is to die the next day - 'I will plant an apple tree'. Profound and yet so simple. My hopes and dreams do not die with my physical body. I still do what I believe in...
Aha, this can go on. To keep the story short, here's what happened. The man with the knife stared at me. I stared back at him. He panicked and walked away. I live to tell the story.
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