God Surprise - Ki Su Moon

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      My biography

      My name is Moon Ki Su-Korean name, but I also have a Russian name – Peter. This name was given to me for two reasons: to make it convenient for teachers to call my name during the school years, the second – in honor of the Great Russian Tsar, Peter the Great who was the reformer of new Russia. .

      According to my mother, when I was born, unlike other children, I was overweight, and my face was chubby compared to my siblings, and weighed over four kg. Whenever my mother feeds me I never get satisfied from her breastfeed. She always has to give me cow's milk over breastfeed.

      At the first stage of feeding, she could not understand why I was constantly crying. At first, she thought that I was probably sick, and then later she realized that I was not eating my fill. Although all my siblings had enough breast milk, I was the only one who was happy with breast milk.

      When the neighbors found out that I was born, everyone who could make it came to our house to take a look at me. Looking at me, everyone said in unison that a hero was born in this house. They also said that I would be different from other children in something. Traditionally it was believed that when a child is born, then all the neighbors are to come to take a look at the newborn by predicting the baby's future. They even noticed the way I played differently from other babies.

      In this respect, the neighbors were right when they said I would be any different. Unlike other brothers, and there were four of us in the family. All the brothers disturbed parents, and I was the only one who practically did not cause much trouble.

      On the contrary, I was weak hearted, I would always try to please them, and did everything I had been told. In addition, ever since I was a child I could not bear to see peers hurting the weak. At least I loved breaking a fight apart. I have always been trying to take care of the weak. If I someone get hurt, I had to feel bad about it. So I never get fight first, I would rather wait until I get hit me in the face. It seems God did not do me any favors in my conscience. Some people told me that I was born with two helpings of brain but only half a helping heart. Even during my student life in Siberia there had been many occasions when I have had to feel remorse. Although I did not get into a fight first, I am always the one paying the price. I had to feel guilty. When I lived in a student’s dorm next to academic building, I could always defend myself.

      The majority of these newcomers were from the Altai regions. They have always been there for each other. They look out for each other.

      That day when the incident happened they were prowling the dormitory to molest girls who try to avoid them.

      For the first time in my life, I felt a pang of conscience, but there was no other way out.

      There were cases when conflicts took place between them and me over nothing, after which I have had to intervene to prevent bloodshed in the dorm. Since I was the eldest of all students living in the dorm, the deputy appointed me to be a senior to maintain order and discipline. Otherwise students would get disgustingly drunk to mess around.

      Once in our dorm during a disco, a fight almost broke out being caused by drunken students. I told them not to molest girls like that. Knowing that I was alone, they pounced on me to intimidate me. I had no choice but to use force. All I needed to do is defend myself. There were three guys; two of them were taller than me by a head, and larger in build. I could not to see them getting me down in front of the crowd. They had been trying to humiliate me. I kind of just stood there in stunned in silence, as they had been rude to me. Then I could not endure the behavior of those men and I was the first to strike, I knew beforehand, if I didn’t strike first, they would have trampled me under their feet. I had keen a sense of self preservation. As a result, one of them, who was the tallest, found himself on the floor with broken lips and blood all over the floor. He was lying on the floor in a pool of blood holding himself. At the sight of blood, I was scared beyond imagining. And what if he needed stitches on his lips and surgery. At the thought of being responsible for violence, I was seized by the dreadful fear that I would be arrested. I felt bad about it. This mental pain continued until he forgave me completely. Although it was not my fault to start a conflict, I had to suffer a lot and become a victim of the conflict. It was the worst night I had ever spent in my life. I could not sleep all night through

      Since the incident happened before the weekend, one of the students who became a victim of my temper went home for the weekend in his home. While he was absent, I was in a bad place, personally. For almost two days in a row, I could not find a peace within myself. I was tormented under the fire of conscience because I had injured him. Most of all, I was afraid that the judiciary would be involved in this case, and then I would just be upended.

      To be honest, I was so tired of the justice system back in Sakhalin, and I don't want to get involved here too. I don’t want bothered by them even far from Sakhalin. I had had enough there. As soon as I found out that he had returned from home, I immediately ran into his room and fell on my knees and began to ask for an apology. I know it was a sense of degradation but no other way around. It's better than under the pang of conscience. Upon seeing that I was seriously repenting of my misdemeanor, he forgave me. After that, my soul felt better, and my heart instantly calmed down with forgiveness. After this incident, I swore that this will not happen again. Actually, I have been trying to restrain aggression and the use of my fist. However, after I was sent to work in Khabarovsk after graduation, a similar incident occurred again in the hostel. I will not describe what happened. I think you can guess it yourself.

      This is the kind of person I am by nature, easily vulnerable to justice, and weak-willed, but quickly restored to be forgiven. Sometimes, I hate myself because of such a bad temper. It seems that outwardly a man, but inwardly does not look like a man. I don’t know why I am so like that. Who do I look after?. There is no one like me in the family to be sensitive and easily vulnerable. It’s may be because I was born in a deep forest. I am the only one in our family who was born in the forest, in the outback of the village of Sovetskoye, and moreover, at home. And all my other brothers and sister were born in good conditions, of course, not all in the maternity hospital, but some at home, but in good surroundings. Let's say I was born in the forest, generally speaking, I should be rude and strong-willed, but it turns out the opposite. According to my mother, when she started having labor, there was no one at home to help her with the birth. As we lived far from the village, especially there were no telephones or a hospital nearby. Therefore she has had to give birth to me alone, without anyone's help. When my father came home after the daily work was done to find a surprise that God had prepared for him. It was so as had been expected my mother was holding me in her arms and feeding. He was simply shocked by what he saw. What happened was when my father left for work, I was not in the world, but when he came home from work, I was already in my mother's hands. If anyone were in the father's place, he would also be shocked.

      So whenever anybody asks me

      where were you born? I would smile and say in the forest. It's my homeland and my friends are wild animals. That's what a fate brought me as a surprise to this world, everyone says so. Back then I did not understand anything what fate was, and mechanically believed in it. Being a godless, I readily agreed with their statement. However, after I learned the truth and the intervention of God in my life, I began to reject the destiny. This is not the fate, but the providence of God. It turns out God had a special plan for my life to be used as a special vessel.

      After some time, a strong flood occurred in the forest due to torrential rains and floods. After the flood, nothing was left of the house, everything was carried away or washed away by the flood. Soon after the flood, we moved to another place what is now called Dolinsk. It is a small town with a population of 20,000 not far from the sea. It is geographically located in the southern part of the Sakhalin Island, about 42 km away from the capital of the Sakhalin Island.

      The city in which I lived and spent all my childhood, and received secondary education, is called Dolinsk. The city is named Dolinsk, because it is located in the valley itself. It is surrounded by rainforest, small hills, similar to that of mountains. It turns out I lived and grew up being surrounded by this strikingly beautiful nature. We lived in our own house and we had a huge vegetable garden. We grew everything there. There was a little river behind the garden. The river was rich with fish of various kinds, from large to small. It was nice for fishing in summer.

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