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Just as the saying goes every disappointment is a blessing but some might be a curse well as a human being we get disappointed occasionally and from each one, we learn to grow and move past it as an individual seeing this post I had to think hard on where have been hurt the most where I expected it to turn out and didn’t turn out well or people had high hope for me and i didn’t meet up to their expectations.
Well just as I was saying during what I was thinking to write I remembered the first time my Dad beat me it was such a painful one when I was still small going to school I bled blood that faithful day, I usually thought I was the smartest among my peers when I was in primary school we usually argue who ranks first when our report card is been released we checked on each other report card and look what rank we had before happily showing it to our parents everything changed until I was been enrolled into a missionary school to start my Jss1 class there that's where it all
began I did their common entrance I failed woefully, my dad was angry at me but he never touched me he was convinced by the person running my admission into the school I could do better if am in although to me it doesn't seem that way I just saw my self becoming dull each passing day at school it get to when we did our exam at the end of the semester result where been released mine was so bad I had to hide it inside my bag not wanting to show him he asked of this result from me I lied I haven't received the result meanwhile the fear of what he will do to me was written all over
my face I was so scared I didn't show him the result but no matter how hard I kept it.
It was a second semester in school my younger ones opened my bag one day and were searching through my bag and saw the result they brought it out and threw it, good lord, my dad was there at that moment I wasn't even present in the house that day he picked it up when he opened it he saw how woefully I failed and was preparing to hit me that day which he later did I received beaten of my life till the extent I was bleeding from my mouth it was not the beaten that pained me the most he said he had high hopes for me and I had to lie about the result and he was literally disappointed at me that word alone hurt me a lot first time he used the word against me I was so hurt I had to work on improving myself to gain his favor back then.
Sometimes disappointment can be a blessing that opens up a path to new surroundings and can change your ways a single word changed my perspective and life around and I hard to do more than well enough to gain his trust back again if it hadn't been for the beaten I would still be sluggish but it changes me.
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