And so, I got on the vocational (Diablo iii Gold), learn car repair, with some in the words of uncle aunt: the future will be given to car. We live in family members' hospital of university of science and technology. Other children go abroad, get PHD, the worst is post graduate. Only me, since the childhood is the opposite typical of this yard. Mother never feels shy. She never goes away from other people because there is a "sham" son. On the other hand, if she knows whose car has problem, she always let me help. She stood beside when I repair the car. The satisfaction on her face, as if her son is not the car repair, but the aircraft carrier. My life began in earnest, also was called the car prodigy before graduate, "designed" to "of the various auto intractable diseases". After graduation, I opened a motor repair shop, although only to the seat of the above is worth millions in service, but kind of a--though I every day a grease, but do not need to living bowing and scraping, settling. One day, in a book I happened to see such a Turkish proverb: "god for each a stupid bird all prepared a short branch." Yes, I'm the only stupid bird, but brought me the short branches is not god, but my mother.
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