Charlie Cheng:  

True story: My father was a prominent judge in Taiwan. I grew up admiring him, but I also feel like I don't measure up to him at all. He did extremely well in his field, but I did poorly in school. If that wasn't bad enough, I had two sisters (one older one younger) who did well in school. I had very low self esteem. After a certain age, I developed some kind of fear. I was told that we once lived in a haunted house, and there were many ghost stories in Taiwan. When I was around seven, I saw things when I went to bed at night. I felt there was someone else in the room with me, but when I turn around its gone. We worshipped idols back then, but those things didn't help us. I also had nightmares often; my life was miserable. I often hoped that I would die, but I also feared death. We moved to Louisiana when I was twelve years old. I felt even emptier; now I can't even worship idols. We rented a house from one Taiwanese Christian guy; he and his family were preaching to us. I remember him said something about the name of Jesus have power and authority. I started reading some of his Christian books. That summer afternoon; I went to second floor to take a nap. I was a bit tired, and I sat on the bed leaning on my arms. Before I can lie back, I heard some weird music. I immediately know that it's not from this world; it was beyond human sk...Expand for more