One of the Most Painful Experiences
I grew up in a small town in Spain. One morning when I was 16, my father told me I could drive him into a village, about 18 miles away, if I had the car repaired at a nearby garage. I agreed happily to drive Dad into villages and make sure to pick him up at 4 pm, then drove to a nearby garage and dropped off the car. Because I checked my gucci replica watch and there were still a few hours to be left, I decided to watch movies at a theatre near the garage. However, when the last movie had finished, I checked my gucci again. It was two hours later!
I drove up to the place where we’d planned to meet and saw Dad waiting on the corner and looking at his replica watch, I told him that I’d come as quickly as I could, but the car had needed some special repairs. “I’m terribly sorry that you have to lie to me, Jason. I called the garage to ask if there were any problems, and they told me you had not yet picked up the car. You see, I’ve failed as a father. I’m going to walk home now and think carefully about where I have gone wrong all these years.” I pleaded all the way, telling him how sorry I was. But nothing helped. It was one of the most painful experiences I had ever had. However, it was the most successful lesson.