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There were so many things that I had learned from my father. There were also a lot of stories that I still remembered very clearly. My father always told me that I needed to treat people well and fair and at the same time I must take care of myself well, too. He told my mother to do her keep fit and he adviced me to keep myself healthy because it was better to be safe than sorry; therefore, all situations would well be in hand by the end of the day. In addition, he mentioned once to my mother that time would be our close friends. Frankly, I had had no idea what he meant by that. When I was 30 years of age, I knew exactly what that was invariably true.

My hero also told me I needed to learn how to understand people little by little. At all times, he said there would be complete chaos and impudence around me and one of the concerns that I had was a wolf in sheep’s clothing so I needed to start to learn how to control myself professionally. He suggested that I consider these people unwell and insisted that I keep patience and wait and see those who moaned and continued to moan about almost everything until the day they died; nevertheless, I must know immediately that it’s time I had been very understanding.

I came up with some great ideas that had taken almost all my brainpower one evening. I had applied some advice from my mentor to be my tools for everyday life. I assumed me to be a person with mental illness hypothetically. I talked with people and looked at them in the eyes and murmured to myself quietly but clearly, “In my humble opinion, you just need to wait your turn like aeveryone else. You may or may not misread your route and take a wrong turn.” After clearing my head, I realized even more that I was so lucky that time was still my great friend. Someone might think it was doubtful that such an idea of mine ever existed. For me, I was absolutely certain this was benefit to me; to you, you might need to test the waters before you could trust my pop and me.