Life is too fragile

I had a brain stroke on 78 and on 98, last time I could die, but hopefully I wanted to live, and at hospital I tried to use my legs 2 days after my stroke, I couldn't speak anymore, I couldn't use my arms, and my face was twisted. People around, I mean family came, they were sad, but also very surprised, surprised to see me in a bed doing nothing...
10 days after I came back home, speaking, walking using my arms...This stroke was a signal, to tell me how much life is fragile.
On 1993 I was living in the center of my town, XIA, and my man used to work on night, I listened to the radio watching what could happened through the windows.
Once two teenagers, drunk, were running in the street and joined the fountain.
They were expecting a man. Some minutes after the man who was drunk too arrived and they fought him with bottles and feet on head, on his body. I was in my bedroom setting on the floor crying I didn't want to see more, I called my man, he told me to not call the cops (because witnesses are not protected) .So I didn't call the cops. I saw the man on street he didn't move anymore, urgencies came and drove him to hospital.
On morning I watched again through the windows, and the teenagers were near the fountain trying to find which persons could see them when they did it.
We are all fragile, never forget it.