Tom Cruise, one of the most well-known American movie actors, became well-known at a very young age. When he acted in the now-classic film “Top Gun,” the actor was just 24 years old.
Fans might not be aware, though, that Cruise was given a dyslexia diagnosis when he was just seven years old. The actor has also been a longstanding follower of the Church of Scientology, and he attributes their help in helping him overcome his dyslexia.
Mimi Rogers, Cruise’s first wife, introduced him to the faith. Since her father was a member, he introduced Cruise to his faith and extended an invitation to a meeting at the Hollywood Scientology facility.
Cruise is a member of the Hollywood Educational Literacy Project’s board of directors. With the use of this learning tool, adults and children can receive free one-on-one instruction.
Cruise claimed that even with many tutors’ assistance, he had made every effort to comprehend the reading material, but he was unable to retain what he had read.
Cruise wasn’t able to acquire the assistance he need until he discovered L. Ron Hubbard’s Scientology study tools.
The actor greatly appreciates H.E.L.P. technology because it enabled him to overcome his learning problem by placing the object he was studying in front of him. The idea is to “have an airplane in front of you, if at all possible, while you’re studying an airplane.”
The airplane example is appropriate as Cruise has acknowledged to others that he has always wanted to become a pilot. Despite getting to pretend to be a pilot in “Top Gun,” his dyslexia prevented him from pursuing a career in aviation.
Instyle magazine claims that Cruise and Rogers first spoke in an interview with Rolling Stone in 1986. However, the actress was seeing his friend at the time, so she was powerless to stop it.
Nonetheless, Tom claimed that her “extreme brilliance” piqued his interest. Things moved swiftly once they grew close, and they soon started discussing marriage.
It was not an easy effort, nevertheless, to marry one of the most well-known guys in Hollywood; according to Instyle, they hid the wedding by referring to it as “the project.” The project was carried out in 1987. They seemed to have had a lovely, private ceremony.
The actor claimed that Rogers improved him as an actor and that he couldn’t see himself with anyone else. He continued, saying:
“My wife is the most important person in my life. My best friend is her.
According to Andrew Morton’s unofficial biography of Tom Cruise, the actor filed for divorce on December 9, 1989.
But Mimi gave a detailed account of the circumstances behind her marriage’s dissolution in an interview. She acknowledged that it “bothers” her that her age is frequently mentioned in the media. Tom Cruise was six years her junior.
The well-known actress Rogers maintained, though, that their separation had nothing to do with Scientology, celebrity, or Cruise’s jealously.
The actress disclosed that Cruise had given serious thought to becoming a monk, a career choice that would not work with a married life. As a result, their marriage failed.
Although Cruise maintains the privacy of his personal life, Instyle reports that there are speculations circulating that he dated his “Mission Impossible” co-star Hayley Atwell from 2020 to mid-2022 and is currently unmarried.
Regarding Rogers, she wed producer Chris Ciaffa in 2003; the couple is parent to two kids, Charlie and Lucy.
Following their divorce, Cruise and Rogers announced that the actress had quit Scientology. He continues to be an involved member of the church, for his part.
According to some sources, the church of Scientology played a role in the breakup of Cruise’s two marriages—the first to Rogers and the second to Nicole Kidman.
The actor, who still attends his church, feels that Scientology was a major factor in his success and in helping him get over his dyslexia.
A Rich Man Turned Away a 10-Year-Old Boy Begging for Help – 13 Years Later, Their Paths Cross Again in an Unexpected Twist
Soaked by rain and trembling with hunger, a young boy once asked a wealthy stranger for help, and was coldly turned away. Thirteen years later, their paths cross again, but this time the boy holds the power to change a life.
It was raining so hard I couldn’t see past the next streetlight. The kind of rain that made your clothes stick to your skin and your shoes feel like sponges.
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I stood outside a restaurant with gold doors and soft music coming through the windows. I watched people eat warm food from behind the glass, while my stomach twisted.
I was ten. Cold. Wet. Tired. But mostly hungry.
I held a piece of cardboard with shaky letters: “Hungry. Please help.”
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Some folks walked by and didn’t even look. A man in a brown hat stepped around me like I was trash on the sidewalk. A woman in heels pulled her coat tighter and crossed to the other side. I didn’t blame them. I was just a soggy kid standing near a place that smelled like steak and bread.
Then I saw the car.
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It was long and black, polished like a mirror. It rolled up without a sound and stopped right in front of the restaurant. A man stepped out. He was tall, with silver hair and a coat that looked heavy and warm. He didn’t look rushed like the others. He looked like he owned the night.
People said his name around town like it meant something. He ran some company.
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Big deals, lots of money. I’d heard his name once when I was staying at the shelter. The workers called him “the big man with the cold heart.”
I stepped forward.
“Sir? Please… I haven’t eaten in two days. Could you maybe help me? Even leftovers are fine.”
He looked at me like I was a broken window.
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“Don’t beg,” he said. “Go find your parents. Get lost.”
And just like that, he walked past me.
The doors opened. Warm air poured out. Laughter, clinking glasses. I watched him step inside, dry and clean, like I never happened. The doors shut again. I was alone in the rain.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t even speak.
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But I didn’t forget.
Life didn’t get easier after that night. Not right away.
My mom died when I was seven. My dad left a year later. No one ever told me why. One morning he was just gone. I ended up in foster care. Some homes were okay. Some weren’t.
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I didn’t talk much back then. But I listened. I watched. School became my hiding place. Books were quiet and safe. Teachers didn’t yell if you stayed in your seat and turned things in on time.
In fifth grade, I met Ms. Tully. She was my homeroom teacher. Wore big glasses and always had chalk on her hands. One day, she saw me doing extra math worksheets during lunch. I was trying to keep busy so I didn’t feel hungry.
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She sat beside me and said, “You’re sharp, Jake. Ever think about college?”
I laughed. Not because it was funny. Because it felt impossible.
But she didn’t drop it. She met with counselors. Helped me apply for a scholarship to a private middle school. I got in.
It wasn’t magic. Life was still hard. I still moved around. Still counted every dollar. But that was the start.
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By high school, I was tutoring other kids in math and writing code after school. I got into a good college. Full ride. Studied computer science and built apps at night in my dorm. One of them took off.
It started slow. A few downloads. Then thousands. Then millions.
I started my own company before I even graduated. By 23, I was the youngest CEO in the state.
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People asked me how I did it. I always said hard work. Truth is, I never stopped being that hungry kid outside the restaurant.
That night stuck with me. The cold. The silence. The way that man looked through me like I didn’t matter.
I didn’t hate him. But I never forgot what it felt like to be invisible.
And I never stopped wondering what I’d do if I saw him again.
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The lobby was all glass and steel. Everything smelled like lemon polish and fresh coffee. I’d been to a hundred meetings like this, but something felt different that morning. My assistant had told me the interview was for a senior finance role—someone with executive-level experience. I was early, so I waited by the window with a bottle of water in hand.
That’s when I saw him.
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He was sitting near the reception desk, shoulders tight, knees bouncing. He held a resume in one hand and a folded coat in the other. His hair was thinner now. His face had deep lines. The confident, sharp man I remembered was gone. This version looked tired. Nervous. Like he hadn’t been in a room like this in a long time.
It took a second to be sure. But it was him.
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The same man who had walked past me in the rain thirteen years ago. Same sharp nose. Same deep voice—I could hear it now as he thanked the receptionist with a tight smile.
I just stared at him. He didn’t notice me.
That was fine. I didn’t plan to say anything yet. I wanted to see who he was now.
A moment later, the receptionist called both our names. I stood and straightened my jacket.
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“Right this way,” I said calmly, holding the door open.
He gave a small nod. “Thanks.”
He followed me into the conference room, glancing around. I could see it in his face—he thought I was another applicant. Just some young professional there for the same shot.
We sat across from each other.
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I opened his resume and let a pause fill the room.
“You’re applying for the financial advisory position,” I said, keeping my tone even.
“Yes,” he said quickly. “I have over fifteen years of experience. I used to run my own firm. I stepped away for a while, but I’m ready to bring value again.”
I nodded. “Says here your company folded.”
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He looked down. “Yes. Things happened. There were… mistakes. Partnerships I shouldn’t have trusted. I lost a lot. I’m just looking for a chance to get back on my feet.”
I watched him for a moment.
“Do you remember a rainy night? Outside a restaurant?”
He blinked. “I—what?”
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“Thirteen years ago,” I continued. “A little boy stood outside that restaurant, soaking wet. Hungry. Holding a cardboard sign.”
He stared at me, eyes narrowing. “I don’t…”
“He asked you for food,” I said. “You told him, ‘Don’t beg. Go find your parents. Get lost.’”
He went pale.
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“I…” His voice cracked. “I don’t remember. But… that sounds like something I might have said. I’m sorry.”
“That boy,” I said quietly, “was me.”
The room fell into silence. The only sound was the faint hum of the air conditioner.
His mouth opened, but no words came out.
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“I’m not angry,” I said. “I’m not here to throw it back in your face. I’ve carried that moment with me—not out of hate. Just as a reminder.”
He leaned forward slowly, voice low. “I was a different man. I thought money meant I was better than people. I treated people like they were nothing. I’ve lost everything since then. I see it now. I do.”
I believed him. At least, I believed he meant it.
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I closed his resume. “We won’t be offering you the job,” I said.
He nodded slowly. “I understand.”
“But,” I added, reaching into my folder, “a friend of mine runs a firm. They’re hiring. And they believe in giving second chances.”
I slid a card across the table.
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He picked it up like it was made of gold. His hands shook.
“You’d do that for me?”
“I would,” I said. “Because someone once believed in me when they didn’t have to.”
He stood, clutching the card, eyes glassy.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “I mean that.”
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I nodded once. “Good luck.”
He walked out of the room, a little straighter than before.
I stood by the window, watching people move along the sidewalk below. Some held umbrellas. Some just hurried through the rain. I thought about that night again, how cold I was, how invisible I felt. I never wanted revenge. I only wanted to matter.
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Today, I saw a man fall from the place I once watched him rise. But I didn’t push him down. I offered a hand. Because kindness isn’t weakness. It’s strength. And maybe, just maybe, that boy in the rain can finally let go of the hurt. Not forget, but forgive. And keep walking forward.
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