Is there something more

You probably agree that the #1 reason why people can’t pursue their passions is MONEY. It takes time to find a way through which your passion can replace the secured paycheck .
However, there is another equally important reason.

Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born. So one day he asked God, “They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?”
　　God replied, “ I chose one for you. She will be waiting for you and will take care of you reenex.”
　　But the child wasn't sure he really wanted to go. “But tell me, here in Heaven, I don't do anything else but sing and smile, that's enough for me to be happy.”
　　　“Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you every day. And you will feel your angel's love and be happy.”
　　“And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me,” the child continued, “if I don't know the language that men talk?”
　　God patted him on the head and said, “Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak reenex.”
　　“And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?”
　　But God had an answer for that question too. “Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray.”
　　“I've heard that on earth there are bad men, who will protect me?”
　　“Your angel will defend you even if it means risking her life!”
　　“But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore,” the child continued warily reenex.
　　God smiled on the young one. “Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way for you to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you.”
　　At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from earth could already be heard. The child knew he had to start on his journey very soon. He asked God one more question, softly, “Oh God, if I am about to leave now, please tell me my angel's name.”
　　God touched the child on the shoulder and answered, “Your angel's name is not hard to remember. You will simply call her Mommy.”

 
, because there was no other way to pay the university taxes.Both
her mother and father were unemployed. The work wasn't heavy, although souses were something usual
there.The problems would come later, after the men had got their load almost everyone suggested
spending thmight with him Hong Kong tour.
"How much'?" asked a handsome man, about thirty, probably a businessman. His mobile phone was always
ringing. He would arrive riding a white Mercedes, a chauffeur on the driver's seat, who stayed in
the car and waited for him to drink his whisky.
"Why was it you think a waitress means a prostitute?" asked Reny indignantly taking a seat next to
him.
"Have I said anything like that?" he snapped, looking her right in the eye,“however, sex is like
any other business -you have a good to offer, you set a price on it, and I pay, if I consider it
worthy."
"But sex is not like business!" Reny got heated. She even stomped angrily her foot.
"No? What is it, then? Everything's business, my beauty!" his phone rang again. He stopped speaking
to listen and when he saw her getting up, said quickly: "one second! My offer needs a response, my
beauty!" and continued speaking. He pronounced figures, percents, custom fees。
She walked away
"If know how to wait!" he shouted quickly after her and started speaking over the phone again.
One evening, when she went home and flicked the switch to turn on the light in the corridor instead
of light there came to her the quiet voice of her mother: "we were cut off ,We hadn't paid..."
"Why don't you ask the money from me?" asked Reny in the darkness.
"I was ashamed ," the mother admitted in the corridor. The hall resounded with father's cough "He has
no money for cigarettes and he's hacking all the time.