Thank you for picking up my book and curiously reading the summary. I have often wondered who would want to read my autobiography? Really, who would? But my life has been so colorful and just may simply be like your life story. Yes, I wrote this book for you, so you will understand that in this so complex world that we live in, there are moments that come to mind and we are compelled to sit back and look back. This was when I realized that my life does not just belong to me but also to you who have gone through with what I have been through. Who would ever think that one, yes just one foolish childish and immature game would somehow alter the course of my life's journey? That memorable morning my mother handed me a small suitcase and hurriedly pushing me out of the door saying "Leave now. Your brother has a gun and he will kill you!" Oh My God! The mere thought that she would allow him to do that to me was so sickening. Why? I had no room to understand her action that very moment nor did I envision where am I to go? Crying with so much hurt, I walked fast towards the gate, never looking back, for in my mind I best not see who really killed me!