Dark Wolf

My name is Dark Wolf. My mission is to destroy the Elder Wand. You might be asking yourself WTF am I talking about (or not, if you're a Harry Potter fan). Good, now you're thinking. I envision a World without Weapons of Mass Destruction (WOMD). This hasn't been always my vision, although peace always was at the forefront. Inherently, people who dream of peace are easy targets. I have always been an easy target. That's because I'm nice. I've always been nice, and I will always will be nice... It wasn't until the day that I got hurt again (thrice, I can go over these later, or maybe not...) that I decided to stop being nice to the wrong people. Instead of being nice to everyone, I've decided to only be nice to my friends and a brick wall to everybody else. When I made that decision, a lot of things came to mind, and it wasn't so well thought at out at first. On the contrary, it was a complete disaster of a thought pile. I'm writing this because I was able to organize them. Let me tell you what my original pool of thoughts was and how it all ties up to destroying the Elder Wand.. erhm... putting an end to WOMD.

I’m going to begin my “tech” profile by talking about how this tech journey of mine began, except I will mix it up with what brought me to publish this website in the first place. It goes on to talk about more than just passion for technology, it talks about why I’m where I’m at right now. Jobless, coming from earning $115K a year as an App Developer, to current time now, waiting to get approval from Uber and DoorDash to go deliver food on an e-Bike.

I was around 5-6 years old when I got my first computer. It was a Windows 95 machine and I doubt anyone in my family actually remembers what machine it was specifically. In it however I had a couple of good games and programs. I remember specifically all of these games actually. That computer opened my mind to a whole new world. Being a kid who did not like socializing much, and with great caring parents, I did not have much to do outside, and so, the majority of my time would be spent doing things inside my house. All of these activities I would recurse to included using my imagination. Don’t get me wrong, I still went over friend’s houses and they came over to mine from time to time. It all started with toys though, I remember I had a fair amount of them. My brother and I would name the action hero ones and give them houses, stories, and plots. Yes, each toy had plot in their toy life. They all had roles, take care of each other, and go on missions together.

Even after my parents had gotten us our first PC, my brother and I still couldn’t keep away from playing with our toys. I remember vividly all the different toy faces, gear, weapons, vehicles, and where we would play with them. On our PC we had a couple of games that were thebeginning of this journey plus a CD of an Encyclopedia which left you with a thirst for knowledge every time you read it. I can’t remember the name now, though, I know that it contributed largely to who I am today. We also had an Art game which I would spend hours working on, I think it might have been developed by Crayola. there was this mini-game inside this art game which included Mr Potato Head from Toy Story. Mr Potato head was unassembled and his pieces were scrambled throughout the screen, as he is whenever he goes into a stumble in Toy Story. You had to assemble him correctly. Funny thing was that you could always place his parts in different slots… and I would find this hilarious. I definitely got more satisfaction out of placing his parts in different slots than on assembling him correctly. I liked to get creative, his nose would be where his hat went, one eye would replace his mouth, his mouth would be on one of his eye sockets. I’m sitting here thinking about why I would find this so amusing, I can’t really pin point anything else other than creativity. My house was always quite assembled, we cleaned up and organized things accordingly, it’s quite funny that I’m trying to pin point that. A child’s imagination is a very beautiful thing.

We also had Need For Speed 2, which I spent hours playing. This was the beginning of my later developed video game addiction. I found the cars, the maps, and the music tracks incredible. More than that, they were mystifying, addicting, and almost hypnotizing. I felt all grown up driving these virtual vehicles. I guess this is where I also developed a love and passion for cars. We also had a world rally tour racing game where I got to drive the legendary Subaru Impreza, the Ford Focus, and the Toyota Corolla. Or was it a Camry? Then we had a fighter jet video game based on the Cold War. Well… I guess it was more of what would have it looked like if the conflict scaled fully. A lot of shooting there was. More importantly this is where my passion for computers started. It was an escape from many things and it was also entertainment. This was all around 1996, when I was still in my home country. The last memory I have of touching a computer back then was when I was sitting in one of my classrooms surrounded by awesome classmates. I don’t mean to sound dramatic but damn how painful it was knowing that things would never be the same. I looked around at my classmates and blocked their faces. I knew that this same year I would be leaving to another country. Far, far away. What’d be the point on making new friends, or even keeping up with old ones? I just sat there landlocked on my computer, trying to enjoy whatever I had left in that awesome school I went to. It’s hard to leave a place with so many memories. I had to leave. We had to leave. Our government was stealing our money, the economy was better n the US. They were corrupt, self indulging criminals. The ones who never cared about the people and put their lust and excessiveness even before their own children’s needs. Unless you were corrupt, you had no chance of making it anywhere. And so with this in mind, we packed up our bags and left.

My father came here first and established something that we could live off of. I remember seeing him first for the first time after what seemed like an eternity (it was around 6-8 months in reality). It was the greatest feeling to run to him and wrap my arms around him as he held both my brother and I up in his arms and kissed our cheeks and foreheads. We were so glad to be with him.

We were impressed by how big everything in the US was. Wide roads was the first thing we noticed. It was hard to make friends, but it was easy to be mesmerized by the material things. We did enjoy these back home, but we prized human interaction a whole lot more than we did material things. I was grateful for these “material things” however, I believe they kept me away from a lot of trouble and unnecessary pain throughout the years. Balance is important. What’s more is that I got to interact with a lot of different environments while here, since my new friends were also from a country similar to mine, we didn’t really care much about material things in the end. We just cared about having a good time together, whether it be skateboarding, playing soccer, or playing video games together in the same house. That’s what fun was for me. Things got a little hectic after that. I went into high school and that’s when I started seeing what a culture sheathed behind material things is about. Don’t get it twisted, I’m not blaming any particular flag for this. I’m sure it happens all throughout the world. Sex. Drugs. Parties. Alcohol. Repeat. This was all the hype in high school and college. It’s still that way today, 14 years after my high school graduation; How else you think Epstein got away with the actions he got away with for so long? Fucking disgusting. If you did not have a strong foundation and I mean very strong, then you were done for. You’d be falling in line and into it. You were going to be devoured by this bullcrap.

Anyhow college was the same bullshit. I lost all my friends from high school. I found good things which kept me away from the crap. one of them being computers. Although still blinded by the bullshit, the irony was that I spent a lot of time on the computer trying to figure out how to get more of the bullshit. It ended up being a blessing in disguise. All this time on the computer trying to figure how to get more of what “I wanted” silently kept me away from getting any of it. In the meantime, a lot of time passed, around 7 years since I graduated high school, and I wasn’t too sure about getting a programming job, since I had lost all my friends and I was truly insecure about the culture. I ended figuring out something incredible, I was actually quite good on computers. By the time I started looking for my first job, I had already spun my first web application running PHP. I had turned into a wizard without even knowing it. Little by little, I started learning new things, and I guess this is where it gets good in relation to the time I’m writing this. Well, let me take a step back, let’s be suspenseful!

By the time I had lost all my friends, during the 3rd year of college or so, I was working construction with my father. My father was fighter jet mechanic where we used live. He’s a very smart man. He wasn’t able to do this here though. Going back to the storyline, my parents got a divorce in my freshman year of high schoo. I don’t know exactly what happened. They spent so much time working though that we never took time to relax and actually be grateful for everything we’ve had accomplished since immersing ourselves in this culture. It all happened too fast and it was one of the worst times of my life. Anyhow, by this time, I was a rebel kid who all he did was think about skateboarding, pranking with friends, and generating chaos everywhere I went. It was a very fun time nonetheless. It was always a party wherever we went. If you asked me though, would I raise my kids this way, the answer is, No I would not. I was a straight C/B in freshman student and I failed math with an F. That was just 9th and 10th grade when the rebellion started. After that in 10th grade year, my grades slipped even further. I would get by with Cs because there was still a good side to me that survived my parents divorce. Must’ve been their military experience that led me through all this. It only survived until I graduated high-school. I failed so many college classes, I never cared about anything there, there were no consequences whatsoever. In the midst of this chaos however, I never gave up my passion for computers. I noticed every time that I felt fear I went back to my computer. Or every time there was trouble and something bad happened outside, I would go back to my computer.

My love for technology never left me through all the chaos in my high-school and college years. In great part I have to be thankful for my high school teachers. They were always loving people who put together all their time and effort to teach us about a better tomorrow. Three teachers come to mind here though, and they will forever remain one of the most influential people in my life. They were the ones who taught me wrong from right while my parents were going through their divorce. They were the ones that saw I actually had a great passion for computers. Of course, I would aways hide this from them. Why would I let them know how much I love something? Why would I ever let anybody know how much I love something after all the hurt I had been through? First my innocence, then my friends back home, my country, my family (the ones still left in my home country), partial trust of my parents (after their divorce), why would I risk losing what I loved the most, or risk having someone ruin it for me? So I acted like I didn’t care about anything anybody had to teach me about computers. Then one day, one of these teachers was absolutely fed up with it. She noticed that I wasn’t caring enough. By pointing it out to me face to face, she changed my life forever. She let me know I wasn’t going to go anywhere in life If I didn’t start showing that I cared. Mrs. X was an outstanding teacher. She changed my life and made me who I’am today. A caring person who is willing to give up everything they love in order to show she cares. After that, I never had a problem in any of my computer classes. They were all a piece of cake and I aced or B’d them while inspiring my peers to do better. She made me a leader in what I loved. That next year, Mrs. X got laid off. Instead they hired someone who didn’t have 1/10th the experience Mrs. X had. I’m not sure what kind of logic that is. But I’m just getting started.

So the year after that, our software engineer program couldn’t continue, Mr. X who was Mrs. X’s husband took us under his wing. He was teaching two classes at one and the same classroom. He decided it wouldn’t be fair for us to keep wasting our time as students and that it was the right thing to do, even if it meant teaching two classes at once. He was a stern man, a true professional. He taught us about giving presentations to big audiences, about structuring projects for proposals, about giving it your all even when you’re tired and out of options. He taught us to stay competitive, to not be afraid of embarrassment, and to be truly passionate about what we did. Mr. X took many of us to what would be our first competition. While it wouldn’t be programming, it would still be fun. We wouldn’t be able to keep learning software engineering which was what we had signed up to do, and we’d be doing CISCO instead. None of my fellow classmates were happy about this. However, we were still going to be together which is what mattered. A lot of my angst and pain from being separated from my childhood friends was fading. I had built a group of strong relationships with friends that I saw everyday and even on the weekends. It was a heck of a time. The culture ruined it eventually. It completely demolished it. We all went our separate ways. And the same pain and aguish I felt as a child while leaving my home country came to visit me again. I’ll get into that next when I talk about the jobs I found. I ended up passing high school with very good grades, except for physical siren I think which I barely passed.

College came, and so did the parties, the drugs, and the alcohol, and the exposure to the endless want for wanting to get laid. Every rap song, every EDM story, everything ended the same way. Drugs Alcohol. Party Sex. It was always the same. By 12th grade though, my love and passion for computers was still growing stronger. I had passed the CCNA 1 courses with great achievements. One of them that no one knew about was that I was building my first website while all of this was ongoing. Now that I think of it, it makes sense why I was misunderstood by a lot of people during these later years after high school. I was learning to program PHP and had already develop a login page for my website (very insecure and novice of course, but it was still that). College wasn’t too much fun though, and I failed a lot of courses before actually taking it serious. I had been separated from my buddies once again. Although some of them still went to the same college, it was not the same. It took me 6 years to get my AA. The real difference was that I didn’t have anything to lose this time while in college. While in high-school, since it was a technical high-school, had I failed a course, I would have been kicked out of the school, losing all my friends along with that. Hell no I wasn’t going to take that, and with my new found power for actually caring in high school it was easier. Drugs parties alcohol and sex. It was everywhere I went. I was more into the drugs alcohol and partying a lot more than I was into the sex part of it though. I never had an easy time being intimate with someone unless I really loved them. Living with my new step dad who was a big one for all these things didn’t help at all either. Mrs. And Mr. X’s love had faded and I didn’t really have anywhere else to turn to.

So along this time some more tragic things happened in my life. The only thing I was able to do was to stay afloat and find a better way for tomorrow. This is when I started driving Uber Eats. I had saved enough money to buy a car through my construction job with my father and then I decided to do delivery using Uber Eats. I did this until I was able to buy a car from my brother, then I started doing Uber and Lyft driver. That shit sucked and It was never enough money unless you worked 14 hours a day. At the same time I was training marital arts. After all this happened, I realized that there was no way in hell I would be able to keep paying for my bills using this Uber Money so this is when I decided to look for a programming job. With my PHP skills, HTML, Javascroipt Knowledge I was sure I was going to find something. I had also decided to go back to school and get my AA, I was in and out of college a few times. This was quite the challenge. I was driving, training, programming my app, and going to college. I managed it, I only slept 4-6 hours a night for a couple of years and then worked the rest of the day.

After all this happened I ended up getting my AA around 2016 or something. By this time, I knew that I wanted to program for the rest of my life. One thing I always valued was independence. It was one thing that was always available in this country despite its flaws. The law, if you know the law, then you could be independent. That’s what the forefathers of this nation fought for, that’s what they died for. Although many of them did kill Indians. I’m sure there were some who thought different and despite not being able to save all the Natives, at least I’m sure they tried to help them. After all, they didn’t completely erradicate every one of them. There are still foundations dedicated to them. Being so fascinated by the concept of independence, I had no idea the corporate world I was about to step into, and how much indolence there is in it. I applied to a couple of Jobs and I also received a call from one of my buddies that the company where he was working at was looking for a JR developer. So I went to the interview for the first Job I applied at, it was right across the academy where I used to train. Instead, I ended up going to work with my “friend” who until this day still doesn’t talk to me. It was quite sad actually, we ended up working together and this guy just ditched me for the greater period of time I was there. I was left there at that office working by myself while he was at his house doing lord knows what. He would come in… somedays… but later on, he wouldn’t come in at all. He would just stay home doing lord knows what like I said. I drove to that job every weekday for around a year, 45 minutes, to and back, each day. He literally lived 10 minutes away from that office. Later on, he invited me to his house. I walked in to his house and the guy was waiting for me with a huge bong and weed all over. Some might find this funny or amusing. I find it absolutely disgusting. To think that he might have been ditching me this whole time while I was at the office alone to do this (the bosses didn’t really care if we were at the office, although he never let me know about this). Later on they had to lay him off and I got to stay working for the company’s web dev. department. This is where I learned to use Wordpress and learned a whole lot of SEO. I have to say that the people running that company were one of the most wonderful people I’ve met. It was just a bad experience with my buddy. So many lonely days at that office. As time passed by I figured that it didn’t really matter anymore. COVID hit and then all we had was quarantine and remote jobs became a thing, I asked for a raise, and that didn’t happen. Instead of a raise, I had to go look for another job which paid more. I was trying to move out from where my mother and my step dad lived. I knew I was becoming a burden on my step dad who probably just wanted to enjoy his life. He ended up kicking us out because he complained about us “making too much noise”. Motherfucker. I used to get up at 4am in the morning every other day to go train my butt off. How the **** is that too much noise? I’d be the proudest step dad on the face of the Earth. Maybe he found a my flash drive with some embarrassing pictures I had. Oh well, I was like 27 or 28 at the time and still confused about everything. In my opinion, it still wouldn’t be a reason to kick a whole family out who had been living with you for 9 or 10 years. A broken family can only be a broken family. It can never be whole again. Just like a broken mirror.

Just by this time though I was making enough money to help my mother with rent working on an Angular/Laravel Job. By this time I had already started using Laravel, Angular, MySQL and Linux. I had been studying diligently while everyone thought I was fucking around. I had also been training martial arts a whole lot. I became quite good at everything I was doing. What I became the best at was Angular and Laravel. I rewrote the entire application I was working on which I had previously written In plain PHP and JavaScript. With the help of tutorials and guides from Laracasts, plus the Angular docs, I was able to write something decent. I had also gotten my hands on the Cordova framework and never My app would take off and I’d be a millionaire. I was damn sure of it. How mistaken I was.

By this time I was working with a company that was using CodeIgnitier 3, plus javascript to manage their platform. I was the lead developer. Just like my previous job, I ended up leaving because of money issues. They couldn’t raise my salary although I was leading the project using CodeIgnitier 3 PLUS managing their Wordpress sites. $70K was not going to cut it to manage that piece of crap, which I told them about. They had bought a freaking social media autoposting package written in CodeIgnitier 3! I was their only developer, and I was close to losing my damn mind working for them. The framework was outdated and they would always depend on the third party code they had purchased, which never got any updates. It was simply a nightmare to handle all the tasks they wanted. Not impossible, quite simply not worth the $70K a year I was getting.

So I quit that job, I went back to doing Uber for a while and quickly found something else working for a bigger company for more money. This is when it all came down crashing on me. Apparently, I wasn’t getting the picture. I would always be unhappy working these fucking jobs while immersed in a fucking shit culture. Regardless of where I was in the world, I would never have independence, I would have always been seen a pawn best a rook or bishop in the grand scheme of things. I would always be a slave to the money. I would be another fucking hopeless character from the Wolf of Wallstreet. An addict, a hopeless addict, who always wants more. An insatiate. The money would have never been enough. I wouldn’t have cared if I had made people work 14 hour days as long as I was “ahead”. I would have ended up working more to have more impressive power moves to impress my lady friends and get laid. A sad truth. That was the person I was becoming. I had missed a lot of time to be with real friends that I could have easily kept in touch with and family… friends that would not talk shit behind my back, friends that were truthful and loyal… just for the money. I was already working to become that person. Now I was about to become exactly like them. Respect for women, none. Respect for anyone other than myself, none. I was becoming that sad story.

At this new bigger company, I had learned a whole lot. I have made good acquaintances there. Or so I think… the good thing about acquaintances is that they’re just that. At any given time they can stop being that without hard feelings. Something else that I’d attribute to my martial arts training; Distance is your salvation.

My app was already close to completion and I enjoyed the company for another 2 years and a half. This is where it all gets interesting. Everything hit me at once, what I was involving myself in would not be for good. If I kept going down the same road, I would have found my self far from where I want to be today. I was in a place, and still I’m today, where I have managed to stay away from pornography for a great amount of time. Another problem with our culture.

Ahhh pornography… It is something I have been trying to beat since I met this very pretty girl back in my college years when I was finishing my AA. During my first two years of martial arts… back in like 2015. She was absolutely gorgeous. She had a boyfriend though, and that didn’t make me too sure about the type of person she was if she wanted to be with me at the same time. (This story repeats a whole lot of times throughout the following years of my life… it’s quite funny actually. Every girl I fell in love with these past years has been in a relationship.) I’d see the love in her eyes every time though, and although we had a lot in common, like our passion for video games and programming, I had to let her go. It’s never ben like me to do that kind of thing. I would hate that happening to me. At least let me know upfront you have feelings for someone else. Don’t go cheat on me first then tell me. Kind of making sure what you’re doing is what you actually want, you know. I always believed relationships were more than just physical contact. It’s always nice to have a best bestest friend. She helped me change. She made me realize that as longs as I was by her side, I never wanted to look at another woman like that. I would never want to disrespect someone so beautiful. Of course, after having to let her go, I would fall back into this, although still trying to put up a fight.

Anyhow, this is when it totally hit me that I would always be unhappy working fort these sort of companies. They will always own you. They will always drive an incorrect culture forward. Work, work, work. That’s all it is always going to be. They will push you to your breaking point and laugh about it. They do this because they live there. They live at that breaking point, at the very bottom, and it’s fine with them. Some indulge on taking advantage of the defenseless. They might make it seem fun for you, so they boast a display of luxury, of “winning”, and fancy cars, cameras, and all the lights on them. Their friends, you’re never too sure of them; are they really friends, or are they just in it for the clout? It was a repeating pattern I started seeing everywhere I worked. They would always throw some kind of bait at you… “Hey, if you do this, this, and this, you could have this!” It started feeling like they were trying really hard to sell me something. This is where something magical happened to me. A blessing in disguise. I left my job. I decided that the only way to drive forward a point is to be adamant about it. To stand up against what you believe is wrong. If you want to go mistreat women, authority, and the life all humans deserve on this planet, their rightful opinions, their freedom of expression, then by all means, go do that on your own time and space, but I will not contribute one ounce of my skill and knowledge to your faulty cause. I left that job. Around the same time I was also ready to start looking for clients for my app. The app was and still is beautiful. A true masterpiece. My Magnus opus of these early years. My first true masterpiece.

Now back to “My app would take off and I’d be a millionaire. I was damn sure of it. How mistaken I was.”, my app did not take off.

I knew it wouldn’t take off, at best I knew I would at least find 1- 5 clients, I knew that with my experience I would have landed a job while looking for clients on my start up, that was the plan. No one ended up hiring me, no one ended up signing up to my app. Mind you, I have only left one job in bad terms and it wasn’t this last one. I did an excellent job for them. Everywhere else I’ve worked at programming, I have left with a two week notice or some kind of warning saying hey I need to get paid more. And even so, if someone needed something after I left I would always be more than happy to comply.

No one called, either to hire me or try out the free version of my app, and no one would reach out during this time. 6 months. DURING these 6 months, my employee and I reached out to 150+ restaurants here in the metropolitan area. Not a SINGLE ONE called for a demo, no one cared, nobody even gave it a shot. It was free. I had hired someone… I fell in love with her, and I failed at that too. The friendship I tried to build with her was a failure, just like the my startup. We spent a lot of time and energy reaching out to businesses. I learned a lot.

While on the phone with my little bro, he was really upset that I had lost all my capital, my job, my business, gone $30K in debt, and had to move back into my mother’s. Everything I wanted to tell him, I couldn’t. I still can’t. All I could do is break down and cry over the phone. I’ve never heard my little brother be this upset. I was actually proud of him. I had taken an aggressive stance at the beginning of our conversation, then I realized it’s no use. Nobody would really understand what this is about. Little amount of people believe in standing up for what is right anymore. All I could do is cry. I felt so powerless, but more than powerless, it was about injustice.

— Forbearance: self-restraint or refraining from an action, especially one that is otherwise justified or right.

I had already done enough to prove my point. I wasn’t going to keep filling the pockets of people who did not believe in respect, the ability to lead a healthy lifestyle with friends and family, and that material things don’t mean anything without the former. How are you going to lead by example if all you do is talk business? My actions will be looked upon as heroic once this storm passes. They will realize that I did this so that tyrants don’t always get their way and to prove that people are willing to sacrifice their commodities, reputation, and well being so that victory remains with the good guys. So that I don’t ever have to lose any of my friends again. So that they don’t get dragged into a bullshit culture. One in which “[2019, Tinder was recognized as the highest-grossing mobile app globally, surpassing even Netflix.] [One in which this trend continued] with the app generating $1.94 billion in revenue in 2024.”, one where people prized all these disgusting hip hop, rap, and reggaeton spewing out venom about the respect we have for women and each other. For Sparta motherfucker. My Queen, when I find her, will live knowing that his King is willing to sacrifice his life in order to protect that what is right and beautiful; Innocence. Justice.

I never wanted to be a millionaire because of the money, or maybe I did but that was long forgotten ever since I started martial arts. I never wanted fame because of clout. I always wanted a place where people could grow in peace together and build awesome things.. together. Now that I sit here and think about why I want this so bad, it all goes back to Mr. and Mrs. X’s class. Growing together with my class mates for 4 years was one of the best things that ever happened to me.

The blessing is this; While all this was happening and I was so focused on re-building what I once lost when we left our home country, what I had been able to find again in Mrs. And Mr. X’s class and lost again due to a garbage culture, was sitting there in front of my eyes the whole time. My martial arts school. They were there the whole time, and while it’s not what I have the most experience in (I was always insecure so I led my friends with knowledge, either by knowledge of computers or skateboarding, they would respect this, so I knew that I could keep them close by being exceptional at something they respected), I don’t have to be a leader this time, I can just be a good friend. After all, this is what I always wanted to do, to be a good friend, above everything else. Good friends keep you warm when you’re cold and dry when you’re wet. What else would anybody need? If these guys are here when I have nothing material then you could see that they’re really in it for more. I realize now that you don’t need to be exceptional at something to be a good friend, you only need to try your hardest and face life with a good attitude, and most importantly, never quit that which really matters. And that’s the blessing I’ve found. Forget my app, my desire to build something tangible that is worth a lot of money, and forget every sports car, along with every mansion I’ve ever wanted, along with every trip I’ve ever wanted, along with every suit, along with every gadget, along with every other luxury I once imagined could possibly make me happy.

Now you may I ask yourself, how does this tie in to what the opening statement of my profile says. Here it goes, under moments of great pain and anguish, people with power are capable of doing anything. Let's tie it all in. Hmm... Let's say... you are a family of astronomical wealth and power. Your son is the most genuine version of a child that you've been able to raise. He's kind, enjoys to make others smile, always gives his best, regardless if it means being embarrased. On top of that; let's say your son was badly hurt as a child, and that you wouldn't ever want him to go through something like that ever again, because it has cost you so much to rebuild him. Now... Let's say that your family is tied in to numerous military generals, military contractors, and military corps, and why not, a couple of special agents as well. Now, what happens when somebody hurts your son again? What happens when you trust somebody and all they do is hurt that which you love with all your might and passion? What happens then? I know this sounds like a greek mythology story, but hear me out. Being your son's father, you'd do anything to protect him and make sure that no one hurts your family again. Maintaining astronomical power is not easy. You must make yourself be respected. And so with that in mind, what do you do? As a person of so much power and influence, what do you do? You press buttons, or you get people to press them for you. This is how people die, this is how wars are started. If you had the power to hurt those that hurt you, you'd have to be an absolute machine of self control and self discipline in order to not retaliate. Under moments of pain and dispair, anybody can make mistakes.

You remember when they murdered Sonny in the Godfather? He "planned for the future". He called a peace meeting and arranged revenge in the background. That is the way of the sword. Revenge. Revenge. Revenge. There is no peace when you latch on to weapons that are made to invade and kill. There is no peace in that world. True peace comes from the undertanding that defense is the only way for peace. By simply defending what is yours instead of invading and alerting others, why not take care of what you have and attack only that which invades your territory? That is the way for peace. If you have a nuclear arsenal the equivalent of 60,000 Hiroshima detonations, you're only scaring people, they will never respect you. If you lead by slashing people in half all you're doing is creating a circle of hatred. The sons and daughters of those you've slayed will grow up to hate you. Literally hate you. You've left them without a father and mother. There is no putting an end to that hatred. Some people could, but you'd have to recognize that an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. And so, my manifesto, is to dedicate all resources and time I have to disarm nuclear arsenals throughout the world. I will do this so that a father who holds half the world on the palm of his hand doesn't end up blowing everything to pieces when his family members get hurt. Wars are not started over anything else other than hatred. A hatred that breeds when they murder the ones you love, or when they take away someone that you value with your life. That's how wars are started. It is my mission on this Earth to not only prevent these wars from starting by being an exceptional friend, but also disarm to nuclear arsenals throughout the world and help countries transition to defensive strategies when it comes to warfare.

That was my author profile. I could go on and speak about the knowledge I have on every technical aspect, instead, I will leave you with this; if you’re not surrounded by true caring and genuine people in this life, you will always be a failure. You could have all the knowledge, all the material things you wish for, but if you lack warmth, care, compassion, empathy and the stern personality to treat everyone equally, justly, and fairly, you will never be happy. Thank you for reading.

Projects

Here I will list Rewards Platform X. The rewards platform I was telling you about earlier on. It was me programming it, creating and modifying the business model, and trying to make sales. Please be patient with my code, I wish I would have had the time to take care of all the little details. I guess now I will. Expect updates, feel free to contribute. You will not that the commit history only goes back a couple of days. This project really goes back years, I just didn't want any of the original commit history on it.

Rewards Platform X - Backend Rewards Platform X - Android Buisness Client App Rewards Platform X - Client iOS and Android Apps

Enjoy. Sincerely, Dark Wolf.