I am on the verge of fighting for my life but I never really know the purpose why I'm still breathing at this time. I was so good at telling people that goodbye isn't the hardest thing to do not until I met this person accidentally. I found him and he was almost in the same situation as I am.. he's also fighting for his life, the only difference is that, he has bigger chances to live. Then, everything that was a blur were all clear to me. The reason why I'm still alive is this man.. to teach him that he still has a chance to live  life beautifully. Then and there I promised to myself that if this man wakes up, I'll  help this him forget the bad experiences and teach him how to let go and live life the way he's supposed to live it. But while I was teaching him how to do so, I got to know him better... I started holding on to something I never thought that I would be capable of feeling again.I never really thought I'd  feel this at this very late point of my life. I was busy teaching a man how to let go but how can I teach myself to do the same thing when I am starting to hold on again? I'm helping him kill the things that had hurt him ...but he's doing something different to me..he's making me feel a tinge of hope again. He's making me want to live again...

My Name is Sandara Park. I'm the in the verge of dying but I am teaching a man how to live and tell him that life is wonderful when I myself don't believe in it..

...and this is a story on HOW TO SAVE A LIFE.