And what transpired next was something Grace could have never, in her wildest dreams, anticipated. Divine stepped out into the biting cold dawn, armed with nothing but unyielding faith in his young heart. He firmly believed that his departure was the sole way to shield Grace from further anguish. He had no safety net, no money, and not a single family member awaiting him. Still, a glimmer of hope persisted within him that he would somehow survive.
On his arduous journey to an unfamiliar town, he was ambushed by a band of ruthless robbers. They beat him mercilessly, stripped him of the meager possessions he carried, leaving him with nothing but agonizing bruises and a spirit fractured with shattered hope. Lying by the roadside, Divine wept inconsolably. His young, tender heart wrestled with the dreadful thought that perhaps he was cursed, doomed to a life of ceaseless misfortune. He had narrowly escaped death by the gutter, only to tumble headfirst into the abyss of despair once more. Yet, even amidst such crushing adversity, he steadfastly refused to surrender.
Day after relentless day, Divine roamed the desolate streets of the strange town. His feet became a landscape of painful blisters, his clothes hung in tattered rags, and his body grew alarmingly weak from constant hunger. He resorted to begging for paltry scraps of food, anything to simply stay alive.
Some nights, he sought refuge under abandoned market stalls, while others found him sleeping on cold, bare sidewalks, with only the frigid night wind as his solitary companion. But even in his profound suffering, Divine possessed a quality that many others lacked—a deep-seated humility and an unwavering faith.
Whenever he extended his hand for alms, he would bow his head low, always whispering a heartfelt “Thank you,” even for the smallest gestures of kindness. When he was cruelly mocked, he maintained a dignified silence. When subjected to humiliation, he turned inward, finding solace in prayer. And gradually, something truly extraordinary began to unfold.
One serene evening, as Divine diligently swept outside a modest shop in exchange for some leftover food, a man walking past paused and observed him closely. This man happened to own a small, unassuming computer repair shop. He was struck by Divine’s obvious eagerness, his remarkable discipline, and his inherently respectful demeanor. Instead of merely handing him a few coins, the man offered him something infinitely more precious—a life-changing opportunity.
He told Divine, “Come to my shop tomorrow. If you’re genuinely willing to learn, I’ll teach you everything I know.”
Divine’s heart soared with unbridled joy. He had always harbored a profound curiosity for technology but had never had the slightest access to it. From that pivotal day forward, he toiled tirelessly in the shop—cleaning, meticulously fixing tangled cables, and dutifully carrying heavy boxes. But whenever the owner demonstrated something on the computer, Divine’s mind absorbed the information with the voraciousness of a sponge.
Weeks seamlessly transitioned into months. Divine’s skills blossomed at an astonishing rate. He taught himself with a speed that surpassed all expectations, often staying up late into the night, devouring whatever scraps of technical manuals he could get his hands on. Soon enough, he was deftly repairing intricate gadgets, designing innovative software, and conceiving groundbreaking ideas far too expansive for the tiny shop to contain.
And then, the breakthrough arrived. With borrowed access to an old, somewhat battered laptop, Divine began to construct something entirely his own—a nascent tech concept that would, in time, utterly transform his entire life’s trajectory.
People within the local community began to take notice of his burgeoning talents. His ingenious solutions spread like wildfire from one household to another. Before long, prominent companies came knocking on his door, eager to collaborate. Investors, recognizing his undeniable potential, were quick to offer their backing. Divine’s modest spark had, against all odds, ignited into a roaring fire…
