I just came out of my mother's womb without any breath. The hospital obstetrician told my father quietly to take care of the future.Well, after hearing what the doctor said, my father ran to pieces, but he didn't give up. Instead, he quickly ran to me and gave me artificial respiration (maybe he didn't know whether it was useful, but he just didn't want to accept this fact). After more than a dozen rounds, I woke up, didn't cry, but kept looking around.Coming to this world in such a way is like being doomed to twists and turns in my life