For the first time I confronted the fear of death was when I was thirteen years old. As usually my classmates and I were getting ready for the next class. As the bell was ringing, my teacher was coming into the classroom. When I unconsciously looked in front, I saw my friend cutting herself. My throat closed up; I reached out my hand to grab a friend sitting right beside me so that she can realize something was wrong. I saw red blood gushing out of her wrist, and I was frozen with shock. It was the first time to feel that death is near me.
Next year after that incident, I left Korea to study abroad in the States. Living in a foreign country was more difficult than I expected; I was struggling with language barrier, loneliness, and feeling vulnerable.
Next year after that incident, I left Korea to study abroad in the States. Living in a foreign country was more difficult than I expected; I was struggling with language barrier, loneliness, and feeling vulnerable.