By Evelyn CrossShe prayed for peace. Said it out loud. She wanted justice, she said. A good man. One who wouldn’t lie. One who would stand by her when the world tried to take her apart.God heard her.And He sent Roy.This man—calm, unshaken, standing six foot two like he was carved from stone. The kind of man you don’t want to step into the rin

Walked in, grabbed a coffee. A group of wealthy men laughed—“Let’s ask Mr. Roy, the Earth Angel, Master Magical Healer… he talks to God, right?”They stopped laughing when I said: “A real leader serves. Not to be seen—but to see others.”Let me help you wipe that smirk off your face, genius—because real leaders don’t flex their ti