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One night, a blind child appeared on my dreaming. He had been following after me, using one hand to grasp my clothes, and the other hand to touch my hand more often. His hand was terrible rough I had not touched before. It seemed the child had to be doing a heavy hard working.
Then, God called me stepping onto the “medicine” road and I have been preparing to sacrifice all my life to help people, special for disabled children. Healing is also a gift of God to me, isn't it?
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