- "However, I was unlucky when I was found in the stomach." Shall I tell you my sad story?” asked. They nodded, ready to listen to him and sympathize with him. The professor said, "I was unlucky to be found in the stomach. It is said that my father, a porter, and my mother, a colored underage girl, fled as soon as they told her that she was pregnant. So I have no father. This was just the beginning of my unfortunate fate. As soon as my mother gave birth to me, she abandoned me and immediately threw me in the hospital. And so I was left alone in an unknown universe. It got worse and worse, and I went from not being adopted to foster care because I was in so much pain, and because I was born of color. My orphanage was a colored home, so I was greeted by a life where I was hand juiced by Chinese children, spat on by Mexican children, and pinched by black children. School was also a pain for me. The teachers were always changing and it was very difficult to learn. In general, it's a very unlucky life," he said, "Okay, well, I'm tired, this is not my story, but let me tell my own story." He sat silently for a while. My mother disappeared from my life and my mother disappeared from my life. My father ran away when he realized that he could not raise me. I thank him for this decision. If we were together, who would I grow up to be? Maybe he instinctively felt that he wouldn't be able to grow into a strong person with me by his side, so he disappeared. I thank him for that. I am very lucky. It was also fortunate that my young colored mother gave me up on the birthing bed. If he took me out of the birthing area, my chances of survival were slim. So, he dumped me and I got a chance to live. He gave it to me. I thank my failed seventeen-year-old mother for that. If he had stayed with me without rejecting me, my childhood would have been unimaginably difficult. Along with my first cry, I instinctively felt that I was left behind as an orphan, with no one to rely on, and my inner energy became stronger. He smiled and said, "In the future, my luck was even better. I was also lucky that no one adopted me. I think that if someone adopted a sickly weak child, they would not be able to make a strong independent person with the people, comfortable environment and love. But that orphanage environment taught me to live a resilient life. He learned fighting from the Chinese, pinching from the blacks, and spitting from the Mexicans. You can even spit. Isn't that lucky too? School was good. Because there are not enough teachers, one teacher will teach many lessons. When I was in high school, I was treated well by a biology and math teacher nicknamed "the walking encyclopedia". I liked his classes, so I excelled in them, and when I graduated, he recommended me to college. After that, I got lucky with higher education, academic work, family, children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. I am happy that I was born under a lucky star and I am grateful for my fate. Well, that's it, you heard two stories that saw the same life in two different ways. Which do you like?” -"When someone tries to justify himself by saying, ``if it were like that...he would be like that,'' "if I had something like that...'', ``if he was like that...'' etc., this story It keeps coming into my head" and left...