那天晚上，警察先信了说谎的那个人

Today we'll talk about something a little bit sad.

This happened in the UK.

The UK is a faraway country.

Today's main character is a young man.

He's called Henry.

That year, he was only eighteen.

Eighteen is still very young.

He was a student.

He was in university.

He had family, and friends too.

He should have had a long road ahead.

He should have had a very good future.

But all of it stopped on that night.

It was one night.

Henry was alone, outside.

Right then,

another person attacked him.

That person was a few years older than Henry.

That person used a knife to wound Henry.

Wounded him badly.

Henry was badly injured.

He lost a lot of blood.

He badly needed someone to save him.

In the UK, when something like this happens,

people immediately find the police.

The police are the ones whose job is to help people

and handle this kind of thing.

Very soon, the police came.

The police coming should have been a good thing.

They could save Henry.

But here is where the problem appeared.

When the police arrived,

there were two people at the scene.

One was the injured Henry.

The other

was the one who attacked him.

Both of them were talking.

But what they said was completely different.

The attacker was very cunning.

He spoke to the police first:

'I'm the victim.

He was trying to hurt me first.

I was being bullied because of my skin color.'

He was lying.

But he said it fast, and it sounded real.

For a moment, the police

actually believed his words.

So the police didn't go save Henry first.

Instead, they

took the badly-injured Henry,

treated him as the bad one, and handcuffed him.

Henry was already very weak.

Using all his strength, he said to the police:

'I can't breathe.

I can't breathe.'

This sentence means:

he was about to be gone, begging them to save him.

But that police officer

only said one thing to him:

'I think you're fine.'

The police did not believe him.

By the time the police realized something was wrong,

and unlocked Henry, wanting to save him,

it was already too late.

Henry didn't survive.

He was only eighteen.

Later, this thing became a huge deal.

The police re-investigated the whole thing.

The truth slowly became clear.

The one who actually attacked

was the very person who first shouted 'I'm the victim'.

He not only hurt someone,

he also lied to the police.

In the end, the court found him guilty of the most serious crime.

He has to serve many years in prison.

On the police's side,

they also, for what happened that night,

publicly said 'sorry'.

Now, there are still people whose job it is

to investigate what exactly the police did wrong that day.

Finally, I want to talk with you.

The saddest part of this thing

isn't only that a young man is gone.

It's that: that night,

two people stood before the police.

One told the truth.

One told a lie.

But the one believed first

happened to be the one who lied.

We all make mistakes.

We might all misjudge someone in a moment.

But this thing reminds us:

when a person says they're in pain, says they need help,

please, don't be so quick to disbelieve them.

Because what they're saying, maybe, is true.

Finally, I want to ask you.

Have you ever

told the truth, but no one believed you?

At that time, what did you feel in your heart?