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The very first years of my life weren't anything I could remember, but were fed to me by story. At my birth my mother died in labor. My father blamed me for this happening. He cut my stomach open and then threw me out a window when I was not even one. He then lit the apartment on fire and then hung himself. I has found dead by a homeless guy named Ketter. He then took me to the hospital dead in his arms, hoping they could save me. Surprising to anything known to the laws of life, I came back! Dead for thirty-six minutes and alive today. I was then taken to a orphanage and spent my whole child hood there. It wasn't until I was sixteen, when they released me, that they even told me about Ketter. I tried for a year to find this guy. After I thanked him, I offered him to live in my home with me. After all, I ow my life to him. At that moment he told me " If you can eva' do any thin' nice ta a persen. It minuce well be dare life. Cuz now you hold there outcome in ya hand boy. I saved you cuz I knew dat dis was dat moment that I existed for. For you boy. Save someone else, do somethin' great, be the next or new anythin' . Just make a difference." After that life changing speech he gave me he died of a kidney failer. If only I knew I could have saved him as well. But now I live my life, hoping the moment to make my mark would come.
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