Our lives are so precious and we must respect our lives while we are living here on the earth.
I know many people but I do not know their names, somehow it is meaningless to know people’s names. But today while riding my bicycle I met one person whom I know. He is 46 years old and he
has lung cancer and so he is dying to it. He told me how one of his friends at 45 had just died
recently. He has lost many friends in the past year as I know.
I do not know should I cry, but our lives are so precious and every day must be respected.
In America when I lived in my auto I knew many people but I never asked their names. They may have told their first names, but that was also unnecessary.