From Severed Fingers to Sweet Success

As a single mother, to scrape together tuition for my daughter to study for her master's degree in the UK, I worked three jobs a day.

I even had an accident while working the night shift at a factory—the machine severed two of my right fingers.

But the day she got her UK visa, she was at the airport clinging to a wealthy businessman twenty years her senior, crying and laughing.

"Daddy, if you hadn't sponsored me to go abroad, my trash-collecting mom would have ruined my whole life."