Forty years back a young confident teenager came to Boston from an underprivileged city in Bolivia. He was blessed with the great vision and knowledge, but with an empty pocket. Although his entire childhood passed in a poor filthy condition without having any guardian. He was God's child. Father in the church gave him an identity as Patrick and an address in the backyard of church. Poverty was never an obstacle rather a blessing for him, as he managed to receive love and affection from everyone. 

Living standards in the city was normal and major of the population belongs to Labour class with limited knowledge. However, people were generous, sensible and helpful.

When Patrick desired to travel all the way to Boston for his future studies, everyone contributed some wealth for his future goal and blessed him. While he was catching his first flight father of the church told him two lines," Remember child, you are Patrick(a noble man). Never restrict your hunger, neither allow anyone to influence it. Always maintain the significance of your name."

TBC....
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