While I was alive I had the name, Mike . Pretty normal stuff I must say. I was born and raised in the United States of America. I grew up in a pretty bad neighborhood, yet I went to a pretty good school in my opinion. Had good teachers and learned a lot of interesting and useful stuff. The local kids weren't what you would call friendly even for kid standards, it seemed like was targeted specifically maybe it was because I was the best in class. Maybe it was because I could hold my own in a fight they never went beyond isolating me and calling me names. While looking back on it it was pretty harmless stuff, it devastated me when I was a child.

Growing up I didn’t have a lot of friends, which made me spend my time on something else. Not to brag, but I was pretty energetic as a child, and my mother, God bless her soul, who was overly worried about me, sent me to a colleague of hers every other day to train. We would train in hand to hand combat, how to neutralize a combatant with a knife, gun, hostage (that one seemed little odd at the time but he persuaded me by saying that I should know it as well so that I should my mother ever be in danger I would know how to save her) and how to fight multiple opponents from thugs to organized military experts. After 5 years of training, I was 15 when this happened, he said: ”should you want to continue training you need a weapon to specialize in, cause I have nothing more to teach you in self-defense.” I had been getting into street fights with the local gangs recently and had been using a metal pipe as a weapon, so I went with the next best this which was a staff. ”Really, a staff? I didn’t even know I had one still… Must be fate. Okay I know a good teacher for you, go to this address and say that I’ve sent you and she’ll understand.” said he. Little did I know I was going to be training the next 10 years with a nun who could beat my ass even while she slept, scary stuff.

My mom was a pretty successful woman and we never lacked money when I was growing up, but when she died I instantly became impoverished. She had been diagnosed with cancer 3 years beforehand and couldn’t continue working any longer so I had to cancel my training to go to see her and help her with the bills. Not knowing anything else practical than martial arts at 25 was not a good resume, so I only got a job at the nearby restaurant by chance.

With the dawn of digital era, I started making youtube videos. It was just a hobby at the start but it quickly took all of my free time as I saw the money I had gotten. I made martial arts training and cooking videos. The martial arts videos gained a lot of popularity but only amongst certain circles and the cooking videos were doing decently compared to my size. But my efforts were futile as June 6th, 2017 my mother died. I was devastated and completely destroyed on the inside when she said she wanted me to accept her decision of getting euthanasia. I was shocked to know that she had only two more days to live.

And I spent the 4th and the 5th with her until her very last moments. ”You know, I always hoped that you would become a fine gentleman unlike your father, who left us when you were only one. You remind me so much of him that sometimes I almost think he came back when I see you. But he never did, and I was so scared that you would leave me as well, and then you did and I was so sad when you left to train with that cursed nun that I cried myself to sleep that night. But then the next day you called and said that you would have called earlier, and I remembered that you were not your father, but my child, my baby boy and I will always love you wherever you go whatever you do. I love you and want to thank you for existing in my dark life. My shining light. My hope. Mikey will you promise me one last thing?” ”yes.. sniff” ”Don’t be so sad, death is not the end...” ”… only a new beginning.” ”Yes Mikey only a new beginning, so will you promise me that you will help the less fortunate in any way you can. It is one of my only regrets in life, other being not seeing your wedding and my grandchildren.” ”...Yes, mom, I promise” ”No to judge them by their skin colour and forgive those that did the same to us..?” ”!! …. yes mom” ”say it out loud” ”I will not judge them by their skin colour and help anyone regardless if they are black or white.” ” yes good… Mikey, I hope you will find happiness after my death and learn different things and find new interests...” ”mom… Mom… MOM… mooooom sobs…”

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After my mother's death, I had a rough 5 years which ultimately lead me to my death. These 5 years included seclusion in my room, bad eating habits, losing many social contacts and finally stopping training.

One night after I was kicked out of my regular bar cause my tab was too high, I was stumbling closer to my home when I decided that I should skip through this alleyway, it would save a couple of minutes. I saw three black guys beating a white kid. *sigh * Remembering my promise with my mother I walked up to them, as I needed to go through there anyway. ”Turn around bro,” said one of them, as I was about 5 meters away from them. ”I just need to pass through here please, no fighting and I will forget what I just saw you do” ”he saw us… shit” ”he needs to go” ”naw fam we can talk this out still...” ”YOU DO WHAT I SAY” ”*sigh * I guess there is no avoiding the fight, just don’t say I didn’t try to stop this” Not that I was going to forget the beating anyway, I would have just called the police around the corner.

While mid-sentence I charged forward to towards the three guys who were very obviously thugs at this point. They were stunned because of my sudden charge and were frozen when I neared them. I decided that it would be wisest to take out the one who looked like he would react the fastest first, against taking out the boss first. The now already unfrozen thug#1 was reaching for the back of his pants, probably for a knife or a gun, hopefully, not a gun, since if even the underling has a gun they may all be armed, and this would become dangerous fast. He was reaching for his pants but I reached him first. I struck his jaw dislocating it. He cried in pain but I didn’t stop and kneed him in the face, knocking him unconscious. Thugs #2 and #3 were also reaching for their pants. So they were all armed with at least knives, fuck. Thug #2 pulled out a knife and swung it at me in a wide arc. I caught the knife with my left hand and pulled thug #2 closer so I could knock him out more easily. Bang Bang Bang Shit, thug #3 had a gun. Thankfully he was a shit shot and shot his friend thug#2 dead.

Obviously shaken by the experience of taking another one's life he dropped the gun and froze. This conveniently let me run forward and knock him out with a well-placed roundhouse kick to the jaw. ”Phew, you okay?” ”… i ..am ….am… ….ii… i... I yes.” ”Good, now leave before the cops come, you wouldn't want to risk your studies for something like this?” while I was talking I realized a stinging pain in my side ”… shit, they got my lungs?” I mumbled and collapsed in pain as the adrenaline surged out of my body. ”fuck, looks like I can’t do more mom, I know you are disappointed in me, but will you accept me with open arms in heaven…?” was the last thing I remember back on earth