I became a Tennis champion at my club

I was a boy of middle class. My family did not have much money. I had to do odd jobs from time to time like carpet cleaning for women with bad back and many others, to get myself some money. My parents could not afford to give me a pocket money. Therefore I did those jobs to keep up with my friends. My father used to spend most of his salary on his afternoon hobby. He used to play Tennis. Much of his income was spent on little parties he used to have after his Tennis matches daily. The broken rackets and lost Tennis ball consumed even more of his income and at the end of the month there used to be no saving. Growing up with him, I had also become a good player of Tennis. My father never cared for me that much and never had my back. This had made had made me subsume obliviousness and cynicism in my personality and everybody around me had started to dislike me. They treated me like I did not even exist. Tennis tournaments were held yearly at the club where me and father played Tennis. I used to participate in them every time they were held but I was used to lose because of the crowd pressure. Since everybody disliked me, they used to Boo me whenever I were playing a tournament match. The first time I had lost a Tennis tournament I was forced to admit that crowd pressure is something substantial. Finally that one time I pledged to myself that I would win the next tournament so I would never have to go back to carpet cleaning. The was a Tennis tournament coming up. I participated in it and played while I had turned my emotions off. I reached the finals, I beat the tough guy and took the cash home. After that everybody saw me differently. They even started respecting me, which I thought was a miracle. That was my first and the never ending success.

 

When Failure Came Knocking

It takes a while to learn that failure is written in pencil. As you live you will fail. Not once or twice but as many as times it takes to get it right. It’s sad, put our society seems to shine a light on our failures more than it does our victories. Our community doesn’t reward defeat, and you won’t be able to discover that many failures recorded in history books. However, I had to learn that failure is the best teacher.

In college, in order to become a certified counselor, you had to pass a test that is called the Gates. As I remember, I failed this test over 20 times and took it over and over for over 5 years. During this time, I watched all of my classmates pass their test and to add salt to injury, I saw them all graduate until I was the only one left. It was one of the most painful and loneliest times of my life because I felt like throwing in the towel. It felt like I was never going to past that test. No matter how much I studied, it made no difference. The more I took the test, the lower my score got. I even went to see several tutors and that still did not help.

Finally, I just took some time away from it all too clear my mind and came back to take the test. Needless to say, the test was passed with flying colors. All I needed was a little “roof repair” which meant not giving up. Almost like the little engine that could. “I think I can, I think I can” and finally I could. So, yes, I guess it was true. At the end of the day, failure is not an option, but it is written in pencil and can be erased.

Failures in Life Make Some of the Best Learning Experiences

Failures happen in everyone’s lives at some point. Sometimes life just gets more difficult than we expect, and other times we don’t try as hard of we should. Whatever the reason for the failure; a lesson is sure to follow. Take the time to consider how to improve as you recover from your mistake. A larger majority of mistakes are made during the young adult years. Some of these include educational opportunities.

As I listened to the head of the company make a call to reserve his limo service, I began to think about my position at work. On my budget, the biggest indulgence I could afford was a movie and pizza night at home. The big failure, as I perceived it, was wasting my chance at a college education. There are many different reasons why young students drop out of college. I was one of these young students. I couldn’t help but wonder if I would be order a limo, instead of a pizza, if I had listened to my parents about the importance of a college education.

My college career started out well enough. I was an honors student for the first 2 years. Once I went away to live on campus of a large university, however, things changed. All of a sudden, there was no one to tell me what to do and when. I had no curfew and I started to feel unorganized and a bit lost. Like many kids in college, I finally understood how much work my parents actually put into taking care of me.

I managed to achieve passing grades for 2 or 3 more semesters, before I stopped showing up to class and gave up. I had no idea how close I was to my degree at this point. Years later, I found out I only had 6 classes left to receive my bachelor’s degree. It took a lot of effort to convince the university to give me a second chance. I had to write a statement about my past complications, and meet with the dean. I was put on probation until I proved myself with a semester of good grades.

This failure cost me years of working at a low paying job. I had no money in savings and I could barely afford to pay all of my bills. I finally took some time to finish my degree, but I had to complete it while working full time. It was very difficult and I was exhausted for months. I felt like I had really let myself down by not performing to my full potential.

Failures are a normal part of life. The good thing about life is the possibility to change things. Take a look at your past failures and use them to make yourself a better person. You can change things for the better.

I forced my son into a wrong career – A valuable story!

My name is O’Neil Smith, 46 years old and a father of one. To be honest, I am a believer of clearly stated rules and have a strong sense of justice and of the need for obedience, and my son gave me all that. However, I must admit that I was extremely strict to the extent of not allowing my son go for his adventurous dream career with open eyes. He always wanted to study photography, but I forced him into engineering. I am desperately disappointed with myself for having forced him into a wrong career.

I got him to a prestigious school but his grades were not promising at all, he simply performed poorly. Things got worse when I received his grades for last semester. He was among the four students sidelined on academic probation, so I got very upset because this was close to falling out of school. I think my son couldn’t put up with me yelling at him and mentioning how much a loser he was, so he decided to leave. It is now close to 2 years since I last saw him.

I am consumed by feelings of regret about having forced him into engineering. I feel that this was the biggest mistake I made in my entire life and I should have given him my full support in whichever field he wanted to specialize in. I have nothing to be happy about because I have clearly wasted the last of my son’s youth.

I’ve gotten myself to a stage where I feel extremely ashamed of the whole situation. Everything seems pointless because I made my son run away. I miss him. The feeling of humiliation crowds me whenever I see people I know. All day I constantly pretend that everything is ok hoping that one day my son will return back home so that I can make it up to him

My First Post

Welcome, this is my first post about success:

 

Everyone of us has its own life’s story. Some people are lucky enough to be born in this world with a golden spoon. But there are a lot of individuals who keeps on overcoming life’s circumstances in order to survive. And that includes me.

 

Unfortunately, my parents were not blessed enough with a material things, especially with money in this world, and so am I. I grew up not having everything I want in life because my parents can only provide the important basic things I need. Actually, it’s hard on my part because I can’t deny the fact that sometimes I got jealous with the material things that my friends have. When I was on my college days, I even experienced to eat twice or even once a day because of not having enough money. Most of the time, during examination days, I went to our Dean’s office in order to submit a promise sorry note. I felt ashamed. Yet, I need to do so for me to take the examination test. What I instill before in my mind was to stay strong in facing life’s challenges. Because of having a strong hope to finish my studies, I was able to graduate with a Bachelor Degree of Tourism and being awarded as one of Dean’s Lister. As I marched going to the stage in order to get my diploma, I can’t help but to cry with a tears of joy falling then shouted “SUCCESS”. My parents were also happy and proud of me. They said that all their sacrifices and hard work are paid off.

 

My journey in life didn’t end as I graduated. I know it was just a first step towards success. I still worked hard and continue to have my masteral degree because I truly believe that no one can steal the education I have. Now, I am running my own travel agency business.

 

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