A Promising Youth

Naturally, I wanted to succeed. Who doesn't want to make something of themselves as a young energetic boy?

I had a goal to find that girl and repay her when I was successful!

Because it was those few words of hers that gave me the courage to live every time I hovered on the edge of life and death.

But now that I was behind bars and my brother had hijacked even my chances of going to college. What qualifications did I have to talk about success?

Between my cowardly self-abasement, I clenched my lips and said.

“I want to succeed, but I don't have a chance anymore.”

“Why the rush to deny yourself?” He asked.

I said that I had a low EQ, I was not educated enough, and now I was in prison. In society, I had even less connections, so how could a person like me succeed?

Master smiled, kindly stroked my head and said.

“First of all, you are not low in emotional intelligence. You are very good at reading people and understanding their thoughts; Secondly, you can work on education. You still have five years in prison, isn't that the most valuable time to learn?”

Hearing this, I looked at him dumbfounded, not realizing that my tattered life would become the most perfect life in the eyes of Master.

It was then that I realized that there was perspective in looking at life, that there was light in the eyes and light everywhere. How could someone with eyes full of darkness see hope?

“Success, of course, depends neither on emotional nor intellectual intelligence; these are merely aids.”

Master taught me sagely.

“And what does that depend on?”

I hastily asked.

“Depends on the adversity quotient.”

That was the first lesson Master gave me.

He said that adversity quotient was the ability of the human heart to endure and bounce back in the face of adversity.

contribute to the newspaper, but he was shocked by my reverse quotient. A child in prison had a strong desire to live between the lines, which were rare among

I began five years of

from literature to

became the greatest spice to pass the time in this prison. Although there were no textbooks, every teacher taught in person, from theory to practice, in every

of Plato to the Renaissance, to the Eastern doctrines of Taoism and Confucius and Mencius, all

saw before I turned 18 was not as narrow and

tirelessly, and it was four years

graduation party for me in the cafeteria. The atmosphere was so high that I had long

always a father. So

sinned before,

I kowtowed to each teacher, and in the face of Master, I even kowtowed 3 times.

gave me a journal, a seemingly insignificant gift that contained skills, experience, and something special from all walks of life; they laughed

was released, Master slipped me a note with a phone number

“Sienna Johnston”.

you are still cowardly and inferior in your bones, which must be tried to change. If you can't change it, it will be difficult to

and said with a long

a problem you can't

“Master!”

both knees, I weeped

child, I had never received any parental care, but during these years in prison, Master had treated me with every care, far better than my parents. In my consciousness, I had long thought of him as a

I wiped my tears and said, “You have only to tell me one thing. Were you wrongly

was so kind and wise, how could

It didn't make sense!

“Does it matter?”

his pace and didn't look

of prison,

I

to get involved in my business. Living your life is the greatest

that, Master

a seed sprouted in my heart that in the future, I must help

door and saw my parents and brother, who was wearing sunglasses and driving a brand-new silver Jetta, which must had been bought for him

had imagined that my parents would feel guilty and my brother would be grateful because of what happened back then, but I was wrong. The glorious college student

with indifference. Not to mention a

my parents were very much interested in