Weltering in my blood, I realized I was dying. Had I known the drunk rogue had a knife, I would not have talked back when he shouted at me for no reason while I was tunning my motorbike; had I known I was going to die today, I would have spent more time with my parents; had I know this was my last day, I would at least dress up neatly… It was too late. I was lying there, motionlessly, losing sight and hearing. My seventeen-year life popped up on my mind just like a movie, but I could not find a strong reason to live on.
I am half Chinese half Japanese. I was born in November 15 1985 in Ningbo, China. My mother is a native Chinese. My father was a Japanese. My grandfather was a Japanese soldier of Kanto Army, who died in the camp of Siberia after the war. My grandmother moved from Yamagata Japan to the northeast part of China (Manchukuo) thinking of starting a new life as told by the Mikado during the early stage of the war. After the war, she lost touch with my grandfather and stayed in China with my father and then moved to Shandong province in the 50s.
Growing up in China, the question I didn’t want to hear the most was why you do not look like a Chinese. Maybe sometimes it was just kidding, but I got really nervous when asked questions like that, because I was trying really hard to hide this secret. My father hid the secret the whole life because this was something that could get himself killed in the Culture Revolution. I found it really hard to mingle into the Chinese society, and then I did everything alone. I ate alone, rode and rebuilt motorbike alone, played guitar alone, built radio controlled models alone, programmed MCU alone. I didn’t feel lonely for I have so much to do and I poured so much heart into the stuff I really love.
After a three-day coma, I woke up finding myself to be the second patient to survive the pinched atria in the of the hospital. To be honest, I did not feel quite excited about my survival. I began to think of a serious question—’what is happiness? Maybe spending time on the stuff I like is fun. But this form of happiness is small and never lasts long. After days of meditation, I decided that the true happiness should be based on something much higher such as benefiting mankind, realizing my full potentials, and fit myself into a free society. Thus, I made a promise to myself: not only must I go to college, I will go to USA to get a Ph.D.. In order to achieve this goal, I began to study diligently. In only one year, my rank rose from 450th to 30th among 500 students. Finally, as a student of the first level, I was accepted into Zhejiang Sci-tech University, one of the most renowned universities in Zhejiang province.
I chose AuE as my major because I love vehicles. I have been a motorcycle enthusiast for over 12 years. And I can fix most of the bikes. I am also interested in MCU systems, Matlab programming, advanced manufacturing.
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Hot and dazed, I watched as the ever exanding pool of blood surrounded my prone body. How could I have been so careless, so stupid to get into a shouting match with a drunk? Worse, a drunk with a very sharply honed knife? My eyes tracked the fly lifting from the edge of blood and I focused on my bike. I’d never finish tuning it now. Like a amateur movie, scenes from my life jerked into my thoughts.
Born on November 15 1985 in Ningbo, China to a Chinese mother and a Japanese father I was given history lessons in both cultures. My grandfather was a Japanese soldier of Kanto Army, who died in the camp of Siberia after the war. My grandmother moved from Yamagata Japan to the northeast part of China (Manchukuo) thinking of starting a new life as told by the Mikado during the early stage of the war. After the war, she lost touch with my grandfather and stayed in China with my father and then moved to Shandong province in the 50s.
Growing up in China, the question I didn’t want to hear the most was why you do not look like a Chinese. Maybe sometimes it was just kidding, but I got really nervous when asked questions like that, because I was trying really hard to hide this secret. My father hid the secret the whole life because this was something that could get himself killed in the Culture Revolution. I found it really hard to mingle into the Chinese society, and then I did everything alone. I ate alone, rode and rebuilt my motorbike alone, played guitar alone, built radio controlled models alone, programmed MCU alone. Finding so many solitary pursuits for my time kept the lonliness and isolation at bay.
Awareness came with a cool pillow under my head and crisp white sheets covering my body. Surviving my injuries and a three day coma, I was told I was the second patient to survive the pinched atria in the of the hospital. Recovery left me with too much time to think. What had I been doing with my life? Now that I had been given a second chance, what was I going to do with it? Where was my happiness? After much meditation, I drew the conclusion that I would be the best person I could be while doing something that benefitted others in a free society. I made a vow to myself that I would immigrate to the USA to get a Ph.D..
In order to achieve this goal, I began to study diligently. In only one year, my rank rose from 450th to 30th among 500 students. Finally, as a student of the first level, I was accepted into Zhejiang Sci-tech University, one of the most renowned universities in Zhejiang province.
I chose AuE as my major because I love vehicles. I have been a motorcycle enthusiast for over 12 years. And I can fix most of the bikes. I am also interested in MCU systems, Matlab programming, advanced manufacturing.
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