One night I stayed at a widow's house. Years later, a secret son showed up asking for money, and I personally sent him to haul bricks.

I received a letter from a reader, and I'm writing it down to share and encourage one another:

My name is Wang Lei. I am 53 years old today. I started working away from home at 20. At first I worked on construction sites and did every kind of hardest labor, including hauling bricks, mixing cement and sand. What set me apart from others was that I liked to study things closely: how to do each job quickly and well, and the ratio of cement to sand, I kept all of it firmly in mind.

Hard work pays off. After several years, I had studied everything about the construction site clearly, and I had my own circle of contacts, including suppliers, builders and so on. Using these connections, I began taking on small projects, and gradually they grew bigger and bigger, so I founded a construction company, and it could bring in a few million a year.

With money, I also bought a house and a car, enjoying my life. What I never expected was that at this time a young man suddenly appeared and shattered this peaceful life. He said he wanted to borrow some money for his mother to see a doctor, and claimed he was my secret son. This set off a war in the family. My wife questioned me, my children doubted me, and no one believed me anymore.

I quickly pulled the young man aside and asked him to explain exactly what had happened. The young man said that when I had first gone out to work, the house at home leaked from the rain, so I stayed one night at his house, and at that time his mother was a widow. After I left, his mother became pregnant.

At this point I finally understood: I really did stay one night at his mother's home, but at the time I behaved properly and did not overstep at all, so how could he be my son? Nothing happened between his mother and me, so why would she say that?

After I got his mother's phone number from him, I called right away. His mother said that he was actually not my child, but a posthumous child. Because she was afraid the child would lack confidence, she made up a story that he was a secret son, and that his father was doing business away from home and doing quite well. Then his mother said, choking up, that lately the child had become somewhat unmanageable, and that she had sent him to find me to beg me, for the sake of being fellow townspeople, to teach him well.

After hanging up, I said to the young man, I will arrange things on your mother's side, and from now on you will follow me. Are you willing?

The young man happily agreed. I took him to my construction site and had him do the things I did back then, and told him that I wanted to pass on to him everything I knew. After observing him for a period of time, he really did quite well, diligent and earnest, and he did the work with real skill.

I thought that as long as he keeps working hard in the future, I will make him my godson and let him stand on his own!

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