Everybody has a story. My story begins when I was eight years old. My hobby was reading all about secrets and the unknown. I wanted to know everything I could about the mysteries of history. The mystery of life and death fascinated me. I pondered the mystery of birth. How do we get here? We have to go back to ponder how the earth was created. So far, that is normal for a child. What was not normal was my fascination with the extreme form of knowing for someone my age. I wanted to know about the other beings that existed, such as devils, evil ghosts, and angels. I also wanted to know about all of the other things that existed in life, whether in the mountains, in the sea, on land, or in the sky. I wanted to know about trees, birds, and other animals. So many things exist. We can never see all of them, no matter how long we live. Moreover, how could we ever learn enough about the secrets of the unknown? There is much that is secret that we may never see or learn about because only the Creator all of the earth can know of such things.
To master the earth and always have his way, the Creator kept quiet to keep us from knowing of all of the secret things. Nevertheless, he taught us human beings what he wanted us to know, everything he wanted us to know, and he wanted to us to learn, so he gave most of us knowledge.
He also sent among us many prophets and messengers to teach us all about what we need to know. As we go along, we will learn from the prophets most of the information that we need. Thank God! If I had had all this information when I was growing up, any of it, I would have been happy. All the information that I received as a child was limited to what people thought people my age should know, but I have always been told the truth about the Creator of all the earth, the master who alone knows the There is a reason for everything. I grew up in a very happy family. We had nothing but love for each other. I also have a few good friends who will do anything for me. My family and friends have done a lot for me, so I have few complaints. However, I have also been the victim of con artists, users, and abusers. I try to document the whole range of my personal experience to remind myself not to make the same mistakes again. We do not always get a second chance, especially with money; once it is gone, it is gone. I love money, but for a long time, I did not feel that my money was my money. I gave a lot of it away to help others. I would continue to do that to help crippled people or others in need…
Treat everybody rich poor sick old with equity, dignity is very important to human beings “God” bless you.