"I was eight years old, I did want to end my life. Just felt hopeless. Broken. Alone. It was like it was pointless -- there was not point to my life. There was no point to go to school. I didn't even think I was going to be able to go to university. You know. I uhh... Cold. I don't know how to describe it. But it's like bitterness as well..."
"But I tell you there are some times in life, where you fall down, you feel like you don't have the strength to get back up. Do you think you have hope? Because I tell you, I'm down here, face down, and I have no arms, no legs.
"It should be impossible for me to get back up, but it's not. You see I will try 100 times to get up, and if I fail 100 times, if I fail and I give up, do you think that I'm ever going to get up? No. But if I fail, I try again, and again, and again.
"But I just want you to know that it's not the end. It matters how you're gonna finish. Are you gonna finish strong? You will find that strength to get back up. Like this..."