Shivering with fear, dreading to enter a broken door, Jackson reaches home from school. A nagging scream invites him into a dirty room with a drunken father on the floor. "Wash the dishes and chop the firewood Jackson!" were the words of his mother. A young mind revolted with hatred got dragged into child slavery with chopping logs for the evening fire. Trying to complete the day's task a tender body of a nine-year old seemed as if he was dragging himself in and out of the house. The sunsets and Jackson's thoughts are waiting to meet their companion, the mysterious darkness. In his dark surroundings, lying on a tattered blanket Jackson spent many hours dreaming of the real world of children.
 

One day when he went home, he came to know that his father was in hospital and he could not find his mother. Jackson sat empty-minded as the night fell, looking at the full moon with the smell of the spring night flowers kept him awake. With hunger and sleep fighting in his young body, he heard a Divine voice saying, "My dear child, laziness has made your family a slave of poverty and bad habits. Go east and you will find a gold city."

With the first ray of the golden sun, Jackson wakes up and starts to walk towards the east. A long journey in a passing truck takes him further east. Armed with hard work and with tolerance of hunger and pain, a life began. Jackson arrives at tall buildings where rich children in beautiful clothes traveled in expensive cars. Just then the trucker told him to get off and wash the truck as a payment. He was then left alone to find his own way with the thought of the gold city.

Walking aimlessly in the concrete jungle, Jackson saw many rich children outside a small cottage looking at beautiful wooden toys. He never saw all this in his growing childhood and the toys attracted him. When all were gone, Jackson still stood there in his tattered clothes, a small hungry stomach and a lost look. With kindness and pity the old man's wife invited him to come home with them. Tears ran down his dirty cheeks. It was love at first sight and both the oldies invited him to share some food and the warm home.
 

 The old man was a carpenter and spent the day making wooden toys. His wife was a loving and caring old woman. Finally, Jackson found a home. He started to help them and making that places his permanent abode. He went to school and lived happily as their grandchild. The old man always told Jackson, "My son, hard work has killed no man." Years passed by, hard work and good schooling made Jackson the best scholar in his last years. When he was eighteen, his caretaker-parents passed away and left him a small fortune. Looking through the valuables he found a real golden watch with the words engraved on it, "A lazy and a lethargic nation becomes a slave." Reading this, a shiver ran through his spine and his hairs stood on end. It was as if the past and the present convened. Jackson remembered the similar saintly message given to him nine years ago. For a moment, it was difficult to distinguish between reality, mysteriousness, or miracle. Jackson now knew it was his destiny. The message was clear in his heart. Work hard for the future!