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Hi!Are you OK?This is Radio NEB, the hit music call-in-demand program.It's Saturday night again.Two hours from now, let's enjoy listening to good music.By the way, summer is almost over, how about it?Have a great time this summer? Before the record is released today, I would like to introduce a letter from a listener.Let me read it, it is such a letter. How are you? I happily tune into this show every week.So fast, this fall marks my third year of living in the hospital.Time flies too fast.Of course, in a well-air-conditioned ward, only a very limited view of the outside can be seen from the window. The change of seasons does not mean much to me, but after a season, new things come, it is still an exciting thing. Heartbeat excited thing.

I am seventeen years old this year. For the past three years, I have not been able to read books, watch TV, go for walks, get up, or even turn over.This letter was also written for me by my sister who has always been by my side to take care of me.In order to take care of my illness, she dropped out of college.Needless to say I am very grateful to her.What I have learned in bed for three years is that no matter how tragic things are, people can learn something, so they can continue to live, even if they live a little longer. I heard that my illness is a spinal nerve disease.Although it is a very troublesome disease, there is of course a possibility of recovery, although it is only 3%.This is the number of recoveries from similar patients that the doctor (a very charming man) told me.According to him, that number is easier than a rookie pitcher hitting a no-hit no-run against the Giants, but slightly harder than a complete shutout.

Sometimes it's scary to think what if it doesn't work.I was so terrified that I wanted to shout out.Lying on the bed like a rock for the rest of my life, staring at the ceiling, unable to read books, and unable to walk in the wind, no one will love me, will I grow old here for decades, and then die quietly?Thinking of this makes me sad.When I wake up around three o'clock in the middle of the night, I often feel that I hear the sound of my back bone melting bit by bit, but maybe this is actually the case. Well, no more such nasty things.And just like my sister said to me hundreds of times a day, try to think of good things.Then you must sleep well at night, because most of the annoying things are thought of in the middle of the night.

The port can be seen from the hospital window.Every morning I imagine how wonderful it would be if I could get out of bed, walk to the port, and inhale the aroma of the sea all over my chest. If possible, even just once, maybe I would understand why the world is caused this.I think so.And if you can understand this a little bit, maybe you can bear it if you lie in bed like this for a lifetime. I wish you good health.goodbye! No name is written. I received this letter at three o'clock yesterday.I sat in the radio cafe and drank coffee while reading the letter. After work in the evening, I walked to the port and tried to look in the direction of the mountains.If you can see the port from your ward, you should be able to see your ward from the port.There are really many lights on the other side of the mountain. Of course, I don’t know which light is the light of your ward. Some are lights from poor families, some are from big houses, some are from hotels, some are from schools, and some are from companies. of.There are really all kinds of people living differently, I think so.This is the first time I feel like this, and when I think of this, tears suddenly fall.It's been a long time since I cried.But listen!I didn't cry because I sympathized with you, what I want to say is this sentence, I only say it once, please listen carefully!

I.like.you In ten years, if you remember this show or the records I put on, and me, remember what I'm saying now. I'm playing the tune she ordered now.Good luck charm by Elvis Presley.An hour and fifty minutes after the song was played, it was still the usual dog cross talker. Thanks for listening.