Second Chance: I Left Them Behind and Became Myself

The impoverished student I sponsored took advantage of my business trip to have my villa demolished and donated three truckloads of bricks to an elderly lady to rebuild her house.

When I confronted her, she tugged at my fiancé's sleeve, crying, "George, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I just heard that Mrs. White needed bricks to repair her house, so I had no choice but to tear down Sister's villa, which she never even lived in. What's wrong with helping others?"

Hearing this, my head felt like it was about to explode. I yelled, "The White House is empty too, why don't you go tear it down?"