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More than twenty years ago, Chai Ling led the protesters at Tiananmen Square and became China's most-wanted female fugitive. Today, she's finally telling her astonishing story. Though haunted by memories of the horrifying massacre at Tiananmen and her underground escape from China in a cargo box, Ling threw herself into pursuing the American dream. She completed Ivy League degrees, found love, and became a highly successful entrepreneur. Yet her longing for true freedom, purpose, and peace remained unfulfilled. ...
More than twenty years ago, Chai Ling led the protesters at Tiananmen Square and became China's most-wanted female fugitive. Today, she's finally telling her astonishing story. Though haunted by memories of the horrifying massacre at Tiananmen and her underground escape from China in a cargo box, Ling threw herself into pursuing the American dream. She completed Ivy League degrees, found love, and became a highly successful entrepreneur. Yet her longing for true freedom, purpose, and peace remained unfulfilled. Years after Tiananmen, she was still searching to find meaning in all the violence, fear, and tragedy she'd endured. A Heart for Freedom is her tale of passion, political turmoil, and spiritual awakening . . . and the inspirational true story of a woman who has dedicated everything to giving people in China their chance at a future. Find out why Publishers Weekly calls A Heart for Freedom “a tale of human dignity and the imperative to live a life of meaning. . . . This book will be treasured.” Tyndale House Publishers
I went to Beijing for the first time when I was seventeen—a young girl on the threshold of life. So much would happen during the short span of time between that ride, in 1983, and the one I would take out of Beijing in June 1989 that decades could well have passed since the morning I traveled through the Chinese countryside to begin my university studies.
On the bus from Rizhao, my father sat beside me in great spirits. He didn't say much, but every so often he let out a sigh to show me how happy he was that his firstborn child was on her way to Peking University— or Beida, as we fondly call our school—the most prestigious institute of higher learning in all of China. He was relieved, because he knew things could have turned out differently. For a father who valued Chinese tradition, I—his firstborn, but not a son—was once a big disappointment. Still, as a young girl determined to overcome her "gender deficiency," I had brought home the prize, which gave my father a profound sense of pride and contentment.
"Ling Ling," he said as we settled in for the seven-hour trip from our village in Shandong Province, "you are leaving your home now. You know, I also was seventeen when I left home to join the army."
Like most Chinese names, my father's name, Chai Jingjin, which literally means "Going to Beijing," embodied a cherished family wish. My grandfather had fervently hoped his son would grow up, leave the countryside, and go to the capital city to find a better life in serving the emperor, perhaps as a scholar. Dad never got to seek his fortune in Beijing, but he did leave the countryside to pursue a career as an army doctor.
Now he and I were headed for Beijing on a crowded bus, which bucked and jolted along a winding road through the Eastern Mountains on its way from our seaside village to the vast interior of the Chinese heartland. A perilous abyss yawned below us on one side, and the sun seemed to scorch the sheer rock walls rising sharply above us on the other. Every so often, we'd pass a pitiful collection of little straw huts shaded by a lone tree. I saw rags set out to dry on the hot rocks and small children scampering about in open-slit shorts that exposed their tiny backsides as they shouted and chased their goats in a haze of dust. On a far mountain ridge, a man with a bare, dark-brown torso moved in and out of view as he toiled behind an ox and plow, swaying in perfect rhythm under the broiling sun.
Along the roadside, women and children would stop whatever they were doing and stand motionless, their mouths agape and faces blank, staring at the bus and its passengers as we drove past them into a distance they couldn't reach and a future they could not even imagine. I was deeply saddened by the sight of these people on the mountainside, trapped in the suffering landscape with no way to make life better and no hope for the future of their children.
It reminded me of the time when I was five years old and was left in the foster care of a peasant family while my parents were sent on a military mission. I lived with these people in their mud-brick hut, with its central platform that served as a place to eat meals, sit during the day, and sleep at night. I remember the smell of smoke coming into the room when the bed was warmed by burning hay on winter nights. Now I was leaving behind these villages filled with helpless poverty, illiteracy, and boredom, but my heart ached for them. I felt they were a part of me—the earthy, hardy places where I came from and the roots that gave me the foundation and strength in my life.
"Bye, now," I said silently as my view of the people faded behind the bus. "I am going away to learn, but I will be back someday when I am older and stronger. I will help you, bring you hope, freedom, and more. Someday!"
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The sight of those poor peasants reminded me of my dear grandma— and thinking of her made my heart ache even more. Grandma, who had come to live with us and who had raised me, was the stable parenting figure in my early years when Mom and Dad were constantly sent on military missions. Her face had many wrinkles, and her tiny body had withered with age, but hidden within her small frame was the heart of a hardworking, enduring, tireless woman. The veins that stood out like blue ropes on the backs of her hands were a testimony to her years of manual labor in the fields, in every season and right up to the last hour each time she gave birth. She had married Grandpa at a young age and gave birth to seven surviving children, often returning to the fields within days of delivery.
As with many traditional Chinese women, the years of hard labor and subsistence living left Grandma with a strong set of values and traditions. Because Grandpa had died of starvation during the three-year famine in the late 1950s, Grandma was extremely careful not to waste food. She never started a meal when we did, but would wait for us to finish and then eat our leftovers. She got up early every morning, at five o'clock when my parents did their calisthenics, and began to make breakfast, wash clothes, and straighten up the house. She often went tottering about on her bound feet to gather twigs and leaves for kindling. On bone-chilling winter mornings, we would see her form rising and falling in the gray mist; and when she returned with an armful of sticks, her silvery-gray hair, which normally was combed neatly and coiled up into a bun, was blown down all over her forehead. My dad, a young officer with great potential and always concerned with appearances, forbade Grandma to go out, lest one of his army comrades see her and wonder why an officer of his rank had his mother out gathering sticks. But Grandma would say, "I'm no good anymore anyway. What's wrong with helping you save a little money on kindling so I'm not just freeloading all the time?"
When Dad still strictly forbade her, my siblings and I inherited Grandma's job. We quickly learned that she believed in Master Chan's saying: "If you don't work, you don't eat." Though Grandma was illiterate and uncultured, the virtue of hard work was deeply rooted in her life—and now in mine.
Hard times did not keep Grandma from having a big heart full of mercy and kindness to people and creatures in worse situations than hers. One time I bought a number of little chicks, and Grandma helped me raise them. One of the chicks was crippled and could not completely stand up. A neighbor suggested we make a nice chicken soup, but Grandma felt a special compassion for the poor chick and always gave her more food and care because of her illness. Later the chick grew into a hen and laid many eggs. Grandma always said that hen worked extra hard to thank her owners for showing mercy and kindness.
When I told Grandma I was going to Peking University, her ancient, wrinkled face lit up with joy. In that moment, all the years of toil and strife fell away, and she was transformed into a young girl again, radiant, with a glimpse of sparkle in her eyes. I couldn't remember ever seeing her so happy. She beamed and laughed and showed her missing teeth. All her long-buried memories rushed up, vivid and beautiful, and burst out in a flurry of words.
"In the old days," she began, "when a student passed the exam and made the emperor's list, the imperial palace sent a messenger by horseback to the village to deliver the news to the family. Can you imagine? The whole village came out to celebrate. They banged drums and performed dragon dances. That was a lot of fun, I can tell you. If the student happened to make the number one list, he won a chance to marry the emperor's daughter and live in a palace in Beijing. Sometimes he'd bring his bride back home to visit the village and see his parents. Then the whole road would be strewn with flowers and brightly colored paper, and soon a team of horses, palace guards, flags, carriages, and sedan chairs—each one carried by eight people—would arrive. It was the greatest honor a son could possibly bring to his family."
Grandma went on and on, as if she had just returned from a voyage to another century—the century before 1911, when the last emperor in a series of dynasties was abolished. In Grandma's generation, those stories had been kept alive through folk music and plays, but my parents' generation and mine—those who grew up in the "new society"—never saw such a thing.
"That's why we named your father 'Going to Beijing,'" Grandma said. "It's too bad that when your father was growing up, China was in a different time. They didn't have those exams anymore, or that kind of fun. But now my granddaughter is going to Beijing!" She clapped her aged, weatherworn hands. "At last, somehow, that Chai family wish has come true. How wonderful is that?"
Usually when Grandma got going on all the good things she missed about the "old society," as the Communists called it, my dad would tell her to stop talking. He worried someone would overhear what she said and report that our family didn't like the "new society"—a crime that could lead to death or a life sentence in a forced labor camp. This time, though, I guess she touched a soft spot in Dad's heart. Instead of stopping her, he joined in with his own rhapsody.
"Today's exam is no less competitive than in the old days," he said. "It may even be harder. Only fifty spots for this university are permitted for our province, with millions of bright kids competing."
Dad and Grandma were grinning, and my mother beamed with joy as well. She could clearly recall the day she passed the exams and entered medical school. She remembered what joy she'd brought to her mother and what pride she'd given her family. I couldn't tell whether Grandma heard what my father had said, but this much was clear: The whole family was overjoyed that a family dream had finally come true after three generations. As it sank in, the realization that I was going to Beijing had a different meaning for everyone, but the whole family agreed that a bright future awaited me, and they acknowledged the luster and glory I had brought to the family. I loved the idea that I had done something to give my mother and grandmother such joy. What made me even happier was the thought that, by leaving, I would get out from beneath my father's thumb.
I love my father, but I was intimidated by him when I was growing up. Our relationship became better when I started doing well in school, but less than a year before my acceptance at Beida, he and I got into a major conflict when I told him I didn't plan to join the Communist Youth League. I felt so hurt by his reaction that I did not speak to him for some time. I decided to skip a class in order to test for university. Surprisingly, he later went to talk to the school principal, who agreed to establish an accelerated program for a few students, and some of us went on to college.
My dad saw college as the next step on a set pathway to success within Chinese society. I saw it as the gateway to freedom and happiness. Though focused on different destinies, we agreed on one thing: Beida was the culmination of the fairy-tale dreams of three generations of Chais.
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Posted October 3, 2011
I was introduced to Chai Ling and ultimately her book through her All Girls Allowed organization. As an adoptive mother of one of the 37 million missing girls from China, I have absorbed China literature virtually non-stop for the past four years. It all began for me when I went on a trip to China in 2007 to work with a shelter housing women who had been trafficked into the sex trade. I heard their personal stories of abandonment and abortion. We were told the average sex worker, most trafficked, in China has had upwards of 20 abortions in a lifetime and the average woman in China has had 7-9. That's average. These women were not only ravaged by the sex trade, but their hearts were ravaged by the forced abortions they have endured in their very short lives.
Chai Ling's story confirms the story I heard over and over again in 2007. Her account of what happened at Tienanmen is one that needs to be heard. When I was in China, we were told that the average person there doubts Tienanmen ever even happened. The government has done a fantastic job of wiping it off the history books and out of the mind of a nation, thus continuing to silence the voices crying to be heard in the Square. She never sets herself up as a hero, in fact it's quite the opposite. She didn't go seeking her God-given purpose, it found her. And it has found her again through All Girls Allowed.
I could not put her book down. It was gripping, compelling, stirring, humbling and inspiring. It has challenged me to appreciate my freedom and to fight for the freedom of others. Her account of coming to be a Jesus-follower showed the tender, patient love of a Father God who had never left her and never forsaken her. I admire her immensely for choosing to be authentic and share her struggles with faith and with her abortions. She has brought her darkness into the Light and the Light has illuminated her darkness and we, the readers are the better for it.
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Posted September 17, 2011
I loved this book so much. It made my heart thump, the beats echoing one word: freedom. In America, we take it for granted everyday. How we express ourselves, where we go to school, how many children we have, where we work, who is in charge of our country, etc.
-"If I criticize the president," one congressman told me, "the worst that can happen is the White House won't give me a dinner invitation." - Page 233-
I had never heard of the Tiananmen Square massacre, so this was opening up a whole new world to me. Thousands of college students going on hunger strikes and gathering together to stand up for a right to speak is a truly amazing thing.
Chai Ling also touched on the topic of abortion. China's law that each couple is only allowed on child has led to many abortions.
-In both China and India, families eliminate girls in hopes of raising boys. This crime, called gendercide, is done through prenatal sex selection, infanticide, and abandonment. China's one-child policy makes it worse - with only one baby allowed, who wouldn't choose a boy? Girls cannot carry on the family line and will marry and leave when their parents grow old. For security, every family wants a son. Now in China, six boys are born for every five girls. - Page 299-
I had recently read a blog post about this and it really opened up my eyes. I remembered my mom telling me about China's one-child policy when I was younger, but no one really talks about it and I slowly forgot. Now it is becoming an increasing problem in China with lots of boys and a shortage of girls.
-The preference for sons and the one-child policy are a lethal combination. Daily, thousands of baby girls are aborted or killed simply because they are girls. With so many girls now "missing" in China, the surplus of thirty-seven million unmarried young men is bound to cause security and economic problems. With a shortage of available mates for all the eligible bachelors, trafficking of little girls and young women is now out of control in China. - Page 300-
Now, the whole book isn't about abortion but she does devote a good bit to it at the end. The rest of the book records her amazing journey from a small Chinese village to China's most wanted woman.
I received a complimentary copy of this book for review purposes from Tyndale House. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own
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Posted May 4, 2015
This is an inspiring story!
When I finished reading this book and finally put it down, I realized how blessed I felt that Ling was willing to put her story out there. Near the end of the book, she writes about her struggle in how much to share in the book; personally, I think she made a very hard, but good choice. She shares honestly about her struggles, thoughts, and her sinful past. It is a beautiful thing to read and an encouraging, empowering story. It is also an eye-opening documentary of a very sad piece of China's recent history and valuable for the story that it is able to tell.
The book is written with clear and easy to read text and the story draws you in, especially if you are interested in global happenings and what life is like in China.
Posted September 24, 2014
A Heart for Freedom is an interesting look at Chai Ling's life. She tells about her life in China and her involvement at Tiananmen Square. I admired the author's bravery of coming forward to tell her story.
Posted August 27, 2013
This was an incredible book! I found the book inspiring, humbling and startling. We should all fight for our freedom as well as those who do not have freedom. Chai shares her life story from a small village to a wanted woman. She believes in Jesus and shares with us that Jesus will never leave us or forsake us even during the hard times.
We all take our freedom for granted and don't realize what we have till it is taken away. I vividly remember Tienanmen Square and the protests and hunger strikes. Chai Ling did an incredible job describing what it was like to be a student leader during the protests.
Chai also touched on the subject of abortion. China's law only allows one child per family resulting in many abortions. I found it sad that she had four abortions and that her father took her for the first one.
Posted August 9, 2013
This is a very interesting book that I enjoyed very much from a historical standpoint. I remember watching the news when the students were protesting in Tiananmen Square and seeing the iconic image of the young man in front of those tanks. It was so interesting to read about what was happening from the viewpoint of someone that was there. I also thought the background information about China's history was interesting and I learned a lot. China's one child policy is well-known, but I didn't realize that in the past couples were encouraged to have a lot of children.
I found Ling's honesty about her past refreshing and inspiring. It was so sad to read about her four abortions, and especially that her father took her to have her first one. It was very sad to read about the other young women that are forced to have abortions. I think even more disturbing is that fact Ling didn't seem to realize what she had done until after she came to America and saw a movie about babies in utero. It brought home the fact that she killed her babies, not just eliminated tissue. She was upset during her first abortion, but not so much grieving the death of her child. However, through God's grace and mercy and faith in Jesus, she founded All Girls Allowed and shared her story, which has helped her heal.
This is a very interesting read that many people would enjoy. If you enjoy reading about history or life in foreign countries, you will probably enjoy this book. Ling does a great job describing events in a way that make them real to readers. What a great story!
Posted July 22, 2013
Posted July 13, 2013
If you are looking for some good summer reading, allow me to recommend A Heart for Freedom by Chai Ling. It's quite a good book. She was one of the student leaders during the Tiananmen Square Massacre back in 1989. I was really clueless about that whole thing until I read this book. I am not quite finished with it yet (have a couple chapters left), but I have really enjoyed it. The purpose of the protest by the students was to try and bring about a little democracy. It was never meant to turn violent and certainly wasn't intended to bring about the massacre that it did. The students didn't fight back as they left the Square, but the tanks rolled over them anyway. It tells her story of coming to America, becoming a Christian and then founding an organization to put a stop to the One-child policy and the gendercide prevalent in China and even India and other countries. It was very eye-opening and very interesting and easy to read.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 12, 2013
Read as part of the Tyndale House Summer Reading program and I liked it. This is not something I would typically pickup on my own but it was a good read and I recommend it.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 6, 2013
This is the true story of Chai Ling, who was a leader of the protesters at Tiananmen Square in China. She tells her story from her childhood to the present, focusing on the Tiananmen Square events in 1989.
I found this to be a good book. The author's story is interesting and I liked the photos as well.
Posted June 26, 2013
This book is outside of my usual genre, and I expected to feel like I *had* to make it through the book. This was not the case at all. Ling quietly tells the story of her life. She doesn't do it to victimize herself. She doesn't do it to proclaim her greatness. Instead she quietly brings you through her story which is filled with strong emotions step-by-step. You don't even realize the journey most of the time.
Sometimes, the story was too much to handle at once and I had to walk away for a time, but I needed to know more, just like she needed to share.
I have never been familiar with Tienanmen Square. Sure, I knew about it, and that it was awful, but I didn't understand it. This book was really an insightful look into Chinese politics and culture. Something most Americans know precious little about.
Ling never yells at the reader, though she recounts many conflicts, yet her story is compelling. Many times along the path you ask "why" or "how", and she is upfront in telling you when she doesn't have the answer. But if she can provide an answer she does.
Her transformation from a bitter, scared, scarred student to a gracious, forgiving, freed woman is a journey of hope and inspiration for everyone. And through her story, we also carry a hope for China.
Posted June 8, 2013
This is About Courage, Tragedy, Freedom, Faith, and Hope. This is beautifully written. I became engrossed in her powerful story. I don't think I`ll ever comprehend the Chinese culture and the way they think, but Chai Ling`s story gave me more compassion for Chinese women and their heartaches. I felt that she made history very personal. Her description of events made me feel as if I was there. I was touched and inspired by her experiences with forgiveness, faith, and rejuvenation. I understand her struggles with abusive, manipulative men (a bad first marriage), and I understand and am deeply grateful for an all-loving, all-forgiving God. I commend Chai Ling for raising awareness about the Tiananmen Square events, and the plight of Chinese women.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted June 7, 2013
An unflinchingly honest portrayal of situations that still have worldwide impact, Chai Ling seems to hold nothing back as she tells the story of her life. Raised in a culture where the value of a girl is quite low, and education and loyalty to country (i.e. government) is everything - she had a mind of her own and the courage to speak out. She rose to leadership in the movement towards democracy in China, becoming the "commander" at the Defend Tiananmen Square Headquarters, and after the massacre living (barely) on the run. She escaped as a refugee to the United States where she worked very hard to move away from her past and into a preferable future. She soon discovers that knowledge, passion, and hard work are not enough for her until she finally finds healing from the pain of her past by discovering and accepting God's grace and forgiveness.
What an interesting, moving, and powerful story. Chai Ling has lived an incredible life to be sure - and I am grateful she chose to share her story with the world. This book is a must read.
Posted June 6, 2013
I found the book compelling, but sometimes was irritated by the author's choices and the way she described her motivation for these choices. Obviously, however, I have no idea what growing up in her culture was like. I appreciated her willingness to share her story and am amazed at how God continually pours out his grace on individuals. The stories of the many abortions in China made me very sad.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 22, 2012
This book was exceptionally written. It captivated me so much that I read it all in one sitting on a road trip. Chai Ling has been through so much, but she has used it to help others and I am amazed at her strength and her compassionate heart. Wonderful book, I would read it again in a heartbeat!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 10, 2012
Chai Ling was the leader of the Tiananmen Square demonstrations in 1989. Her book tells the story of how she came to be involved in the demonstrations, what it was like living in the square, and the aftermath which changed her life.
Part memoir, part analysis of China's history and modern politics, this book held me riveted.
I highly recommend this book, especially for those interested in modern China.
Posted October 18, 2011
After reading such a transparent heart for her homeland to see the grace, mercy and salvation of Christ, I am once again reminded that we, as a nation, are not overwhelmed. We are just underburdened.
Too many times we are caught up in our own worlds, facing our own little things. Thank you, Ling, for speaking truth and light into a darkened world around us.
Posted October 15, 2011
I am very grateful for the complimentary copy of A Heart for Freedom by Chai Ling from Tyndale Publishers. I was eagerly awaiting this book's arrival. The content seemed different, interesting and waiting to be read. A Heart for Freedom exceeded my expectations tenfold. The reader is immediately drawn into Ling's story and captured by her innocence. Her account is marked by passion, grief, love, hope and triumph- all key ingredients of a memorable story.
Chai Ling was brought up in an oppressive, stifling culture that was hinged upon tradition and familial devotion. Early on she realized the one way for her to obtain her father's love and favor was through scholastic merit and achievement. As Ling continued to strive for love and found herself as a young college student at prestigious Beida University in Beijing, far from home, she found her calling as a voice for change and hope for the people of her homeland.
There she discovered she could make a difference by standing firm for what she felt was right. Even as a young girl she wasn't easily persuaded to join the Party as her Communist parents had. Seeking reform in government, a group of dissident students asked for dialogue with government officials. Eventually, they received far more than they bargained for.
Thousands of lives were lost in Beijing around Tiananmen Square in the Spring of 1989. Chai Ling as one of the leaders of the growing movement had to hide for months among strangers before seeking refuge in America. Now, 22 years later, Ling is a wife, mother, entrepreneur and now a philanthropist. As she has found healing in Christ, Ling is now trying to help extend Christ's love to her beloved China and bring awareness to oppression of China's one-child policy and the female's inherent value to society through her non-profit organization.
A Heart for Freedom reached deep recesses of my heart and soul, leaving me to wonder what do I do with all of what Ling shared? To hear of the harsh realities of forced abortion, inhumane treatment of life and the deceptive lies that the Chinese people are inundated with is astounding and incomprehensible.
Ling's love for her people, the passion and hope she tenaciously clings to and her honesty are beautiful and enough to change the lives of many readers. I only hope that I am among them. For her to live in and endure an oppressive culture is hard enough, but to stand up in the face of the opposition is monumental. A Heart for Freedom is Chai Ling's gift to us, the beauty in the ashes.
Posted October 9, 2011
This is indeed an excellent book. I was fortunate enough to get access to an early copy and read it cover to cover. I remember very well seeing the students in Tienanmen square on television, following the news day by day and then watching in horror as the tanks rolled in. This book was a wonderful opportunity to relive that important piece of history from the inside and get the perspective of someone who played a key role. Ling's life is amazing. From a brilliant child who carried the hopes of her family but also an unquenchable desire for independence mixed with idealism. The book chronicles the many twists and turns that brought her into leadership in Tienanmen square and then to an enemy of the state. Through it some friends turned out to be enemies and friends materialized in unlikely places. Ultimately, she escaped to the United States and her drive and talent took her through Harvard Business School and on to found a successful company. Her desire to have an impact in China burns as bright as ever and she now heads an organization to aid the girls caught in the vise of the one child policy called "All Girls Allowed". This is a book well worth reading and thinking about.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted October 6, 2011
God is the only true Hero and it's obvious in Ling's moving story. In midst of her struggles and tragedies, Ling's hope for freedom never dies but is realized in Jesus - the source of true freedom. Her courage is seen powerfully in not only as a student leader at Tiananmen Square but in telling us the truth of her experiencing rejection, betrayal and abortions. Sometimes, great visions are born out of personal tragedies and Ling's calling to save other women in China, having endured multiple forced abortions is simply remarkable. Ling's story is compelling, heart-warming and beautiful - a story that God will use to transform many lives. Ling's story will continue to be written past the pages of her book and that undoubtedly, will continue to reveal that God is the only true Hero!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.