Robin Helzer stood there, excitedly unable to control himself.

He did not expect that one day he would look like an adolescent girl, watching his idol, trembling, speechless, and sweating in his palms; he could not even imagine that his footsteps followed the figures of the stars, yes For him, Hollywood stars are nothing but a bubble.

But today, everything is happening.

On the "Today Show" in Rockefeller Plaza, that was the first time Robin and Renly met, the first time to listen to a concert live, the first time to be moved by music, the first time to feel the power of life, the first time Admire and admire a figure; not only because his son suffered from amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, but also not only because the Heather-Cross Foundation finally awakened people’s attention to this disease, but also because of the song "Another One Light".

Among the more than six billion people in the world, there are only a handful of shining and dazzling stars in the sky, and most of the remaining stars are just insignificant gleams, hidden in the endless dark night, no one pays attention or no one. Knowing, until a certain day, it disappeared silently like this.

Perhaps, for most people, even a single sound cannot be heard; but for that beam of light, it is the destruction of the entire world. It is not meaningless, nor is it a drop in the ocean, but an indispensable part of the entire world.

Lan Li's heartfelt voice is exactly Robin's heartfelt voice; in this young man, Robin saw the light, and started chasing involuntarily.

"I, I mean... sorry, uh, I mean...thank you. Really, thank you." Robin closed his eyes in annoyance and gritted his teeth dejectedly.

But when he opened his eyes again, he found that Lan Li did not have any impatience. He still looked at him with a smile, and still did not get rid of his right hand. He seemed to be patiently waiting for the following, which calmed Robin's excitement a little bit. "This is a great feat, the Heather Cross Foundation, you know, this is a feat that can change the entire society."

"This is not my credit. This is Heather Cross's. There are countless volunteers and families who have worked hard and fought for it. This is their credit. I just stand on the stage and stand in the spotlight. Below, I just enjoy everyone's attention; maybe this is why everyone wants to be an actor." Lan Li joked jokingly.

Robin shook his head and said firmly, "You are a gentleman who refuses to monopolize credit. But that song is the best proof. Only those who have really experienced pain and struggle can create such a song. Music. Lanly, do you know? Maybe your little action can save thousands of families."

Hope, a vague vocabulary, is enough to save countless people. Now, Lan Li lit the spark of hope, waiting for the power of the prairie prairie fire.

A seemingly simple sentence once again made Lan Li deeply feel the heavy pressure on his shoulders.

As public figures, they enjoy flowers and applause, they enjoy fame and glory; they also shoulder more important responsibilities. Yes, he is a dreamer, purely running towards the dream; at the same time, he is also a front runner, holding the torch of hope with his own efforts and struggle.

It is unfair and impossible to just want to enjoy the happiness brought by the star halo, but refuse the accompanying pressure and attention, or even the corresponding responsibilities and obligations.

"This is what the Heather-Cross Foundation hopes to achieve: tens of thousands of families. In this process, we need more help and support, so let us work together to make our dreams a reality. Lan Li said with a smile, and shook Robin's hands with his right hand, expressing his determination.

Robin only felt a burst of enthusiasm and enthusiasm. Under the impulse, the words blurted out, "Of course, I am very, very willing to contribute. In fact, I am a fund manager. I am very happy to help Hai Hai if necessary. Thur Cross worked hard.” After speaking, Robin regretted it.

"God, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that." The words just now sounded like he had intentions, as if he was specifically targeting the position of fund manager, but God testified that today's encounter is just a coincidence, and the thoughts just now are just a coincidence. . "I mean, I have a wealth of management experience, I know how to run a foundation, if the Heather-Cross Foundation needs it, I can contribute anytime; but I don’t mean that I came here specifically for this job. ...Jesus Christ, I should prepare a resume, but I don't have...Oh, I should, what should I say."

"I understand." Lan Li can feel that the urgency and touch of the middle-aged man in front of him is not just about work or job hunting, but more of a passion, like the enthusiasm of volunteers.

Robin stroked his neck in annoyance, "I mean, my son, he...er...he...he also suffered from amyotrophic lateral sclerosis. I was in Rockefeller Plaza that day and I was about to go to another fund. Yes, I applied for Medicaid, but unexpectedly, I met you. This is the first time, the first time that a foundation has set its sights on ALS. This is an important issue for us. Hope, so I hope I can help."

"Why don't you give me a business card? I think this will be a good start." Lan Li didn't make much excuses, but said bluntly.

"...Oh." Robin was stunned, and then he reacted, "Of course, absolutely." Robin released his hands, hurriedly took out his business card holder, and handed it over. "Robin Helzer. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself."

"Len Li-Hall." Lan Li smiled and introduced himself as the first official meeting of the two.

From beginning to end, Bradley just stood quietly on the sidelines, watching quietly, not impatient or impatient. On Lanly’s body and Robin’s body, he saw the truth and fragility behind the mask, and Seeing the vicissitudes and moving under the skin. Once again, Bradley was thankful that he made the right choice.

After the shocking news of his background, the "New York Times" was fortunate to become the first media to interview Lan Li, which enabled Bradley to present a real Lan Li to readers from his perspective.

Having watched Robin take the initiative to leave, Bradley still did not speak. In sight, Lan Li carefully put away the business card, Bradley asked curiously, "Will you call him?"

"Yes, I think I will." Lan Li nodded, expressing affirmation.

"Why? Because his son is experiencing the same difficulties?" Bradley explored curiously. After all, the man was a complete stranger five minutes ago.

However, Lan Li chuckled lightly and did not answer directly, "Bradley, have you heard of the social movement group ACT-UP in the late 1980s and early 1990s?"

"Yes, of course I know." Bradley showed an unexpected look, and he didn't expect Renly to change a completely different topic.

ACT-UP, the full name is "AIDS-To-Unleash-Power", which can also be literally translated as "act-up". It was established in New York in March 1987. In just a few years, it spread all over the world and emerged in an all-round way. It has truly allowed the entire society to face the existence of AIDS/AIDS/disease, and promoted the development of medicine and social progress.

"Do you know why ACT-UP has grown so much in just a few years?" Lan Li did not continue walking, but stood on the side of the street, watching the busy traffic in front of him, the bustling of New York at this moment has been bit by bit. The earth is magnified, the world is boundless, but the smallness of individuals is also magnified, insignificant, "because they had no time at that time."

Standing in front of historical torrents and social machines, individuals are always so small; but people often ignore that society is made up of people and history is written by people. Only when people take a step forward can society progress and history can advance; as long as people bravely initiate resistance, society can progress and history can advance.

"The reason why we struggle is not to change this society, but not to let this society change us."

At the end of the 1980s, AIDS/AIDS patients all over the world faced similar dilemmas: the progress of scientific research was slow, and effective drugs were hardly found. Even drugs to delay the disease were extremely scarce and expensive; newly produced drugs They can’t even be purchased legally in their own country, and the inspection by the drug regulatory authority is extremely slow. Most drugs are listed as illegal; even hospitals refuse to accept patients, insurance refuses to settle claims, and it is difficult to obtain the right to burial even after death.

Therefore, in this crisis, the cold-eyed government/government and the social exclusion and cold war forced each patient and the patient's family and friends to play a different role: they need to become researchers and continue to study professional journals and reports in various countries; They need to become doctors and control the dosage and dosage of medicines by themselves; they also need to be nurses to accompany sick family members; they even need to become social activists, standing under the spotlight and shouting for their lives.

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As Lan Li said, they have no time and no choice. They must unite, stand up, and fight to the last minute.

The "Dallas Buyers Club" in 2013 and the "120 Hits Per Minute" in 2017 focused on such a special group of people who told those ordinary but great stories.

As a reporter, Bradley understood what Lan Li meant in an instant. He could not help but opened his mouth slightly, and the first thought in his mind came out, "But, ALS is not AIDS/AIDS. ."

Lan Li laughed lightly, "Before this, have you heard of amyotrophic lateral sclerosis?"

A simple rhetorical question, Bradley was speechless, stunned, and the smile at the corner of Lan Li’s mouth added a bit of bitterness, "Yes, I hadn’t heard of it before Heather Cross. And I am not the only indifferent person in a huge society. Who cares if another light goes out?"

The last sentence, this is the lyrics of "Another Light", at this moment, it has a special meaning. Bradley fell silent.