Familiar with the strict Greek, I was 17 years old. That year, I experienced a lot of misfortunes. First, the mother died of cancer past lives, then the father died in sudden flash floods. Within two months, I lost to this world’s most protwo people become lonely all the orphans. In those days, dull life, not to rely on, no
Hope to see. I ended up studies sophomore, intends to go out to fend for themselves. Drop out of the third day, the class teacher to find my house, tell me, someone donated some money for me, I can continue to study. Joy and gratitude beyond words. I want to meet people for my contributions, class teacher, said the County
Youth League to contact me. I find the County Youth League, Youth League Committee who said they do not let the donors, and by the donors to meet people, because this is a social act, not a personal emotional attachment. I said, let me see, I do not accept donations. I am stubborn because I am grateful. I can not