pic credit: neurosciencenews.com I had trusted him. We dined together and I opened the doors of my home and heart to him. He was a brother I found in a distant land. I gave him the reigns of my business until the betrayal. How could Moh do this to me? Moh swindle me? Never! I tried to rationalize his motives. I fought the thought that he would intentionally steal from me but the evidence was in black and white. It had been going on for months and he was so good that it took a miracle for me to uncover the ploy. My heart shattered. The pain was unbearable and deep. I was about heading over to confront him openly when he walked in. His explanations did not add up. He had no excuse and the pain I felt was made worse when he apologized. It was the devil and he was sorry, were the words he uttered. Moh was guilty as charged. Friends