How boring. I thought the title of the OP was "I sawed my first dead body today". Oh well.

When I saw I first died, I was 11 years old. My father slept at 4:30 pm and before 6 o'clock in the afternoon, my mother told me to wake him.

I feel like "I can not do this, he is dead." I have never met a deceased person before, but I believed in me, I gave him a glimpse, I know that he died.

The strange feeling is that I will work overnight at the hospital. They will take away the ER case from me, and I can see absolute fear in people's eyes. In the movie, people know that they will always die very calmly, but they are not. Those people know they will die, they are afraid

But I think they are used to it. I had to intercept EMT and hospital staff once. They should say, "You should see what we brought, they will insult people who will soon become corpse." I was surprised that no one found a smell. I do not think anyone knew the radio channel at that time.

My first thought is "My god, my classmate, coach, and teacher are dead, what is the focus?" "I want to know if there is a way to lead my trauma and weak sorrow "It is my own that is in front of a fairly ubiquitous camera that expresses the atrocities that my school and community suffered in a very clear and serious way. What happened? "In addition, I would like to provide the country with the first hope that is more effective and passionate than the current politicians, and that they have never experienced. Always honest feelings

Oh, yes, I remember my first show. That was when I was thirteen, there were many viewers. I want thousands. I am really nervous and remember the body trembling I thought I had a fever but when I came to the stage to see those happy people it got excited That was the moment I thought it was my place I was going to hold power.

I did not hit the first. "I am OK, this is boring!" Then there was a big problem in my head: is this because I am a woman? My heart jumped a bit. I can not even explain exactly how it felt. I thought for a few days. Why did the reporter regard me as a woman? A few weeks after the interview, I went to other countries to participate in the event. I am with some male colleagues. One morning, one of them knocked at my door and told me that everyone was ready to leave. He is ready to leave, backpack and everything. I got him into the room. Just put the laptop in the backpack. He is sitting in the chair waiting for me