Progressive Life =)

I remember the times that I was belittled. I remember why I wanted to get rich. I remember why I am doing all of this. I remember everything. It's because I want to help, help the people who are lost. I want to be someone who is capable of buying a land and make a wonderful place for orphans. I want to take care of the kids on Sundays.
I want to own something this big. I want to own something 3 times bigger than this, because I want to be able to fit all those unfortunate people in a place where they can feel free and happy. I want to raise them up as smart people. So, when I take them out of this place they can live a progressive life. They will never feel hunger.

I want to name this place Villa Perlinda, after my mom's name of course. I owe everything to my parents. I owe everything to mom. =)

One day, when this comes true I'll look back at this post and tell myself, "Yes I did it." =)

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