When i was a young kid i was very tormented. I tried several times to end my life but i failed. In my last attempt i jumped from the window of our apartment and broke my leg. When i my mom (only parent) looked at me, her face made me sad. Every time i wanted to finish my life her face came to my mind. I just couldn’t do it anymore. For a long time after every night i went to bed hopping not to wake. I just could bare the pain. I hated school at the time. One day i just wanted to forget everything so i took the first book i found. It was on elementary mathematics. I didn’t read read anything. All i did was solving the problem as the end of the chapters. All day long all i did was solve problems. I sill felt pain when i was going to bed but it started fading away. One day i noticed that i wasn’t sad anymore and i didn’t wanted to end my life because there are many problems i want to solve. When i finished high school i went to collage in the states for electrical and computer engineering and soon i will have a paper on my discoveries in convex geometry coming. Last time i met my mother i told her that she is the reason i didn’t commit suicide. She told me that i was the reason she was alive at all.