How it all began?

If you knew me personally, you might be wondering why I started blogging about financial literacy. Why suddenly, even with my busy schedule, I am into reading books, attending seminars, and spending time with my mentors.

Why am I committed to increase my financial IQ?

Friends, it all started when I come across an article from a forwarded email message one day. And it hit me bull's eye...my love for my family. I felt the concern of this unknown author to my family and to my future. It's like he was talking directly to me. As if he knew about my life story. And I realize, what he was saying was true...

I can't help but ask myself, "Who is Bo Sanchez?" and then the journey begins...

Below is the excerpt of the article.

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Bo Sanchez is always worth reading and listening to.

We were going to Hong Kong that day. I was going to preach for three days but had two extra days to be with my family. Picture us at the airport: My wife carrying our baby in her arms, my eldest son bouncing about like a rabbit and announcing to the whole world, "I'm going to Hong Kong Disneyland!"

And the poor skinny father? Straining to push eight massive bags on a wobbly cart with a stubborn right wheel. (I've noticed that these deranged carts supernaturally end up with me wherever I go.)

That was when we heard the crying. Correction. Not crying. But spine-chilling, lung-busting screaming. Two kids were holding onto their mother. They were separated by four-foot tall steel bars. But to those distraught children, those steel bars represented two years of being without their mother - the contract of a domestic helper in Hong Kong. Four small arms clutching, grabbing, not letting go. The whole world heard their pleading scream, "Mommy, please don't go! Please don't go!"

I'll never forget the mother's pained, tortured face - as though a knife was ripping through her body. My wife cried openly. I wept inside and held onto my kids more closely. That was two days ago. Yesterday, the story continued...

Those Small Arms Continue to Reach Out ...

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