Hello, everyone.
Welcome to my blog and another wonderful edition of the Hive Learners' featured post. We all have one or two people in our lives who are always there to guide us, encourage us when needed, and, most of all, give us advice on how to go about life and so many other things.
In my life, I have my mom and dad, but my mom does more of that as my dad is never around due to the nature of his work, always on assignment, but my mom is there to step in and make sure things go well with the entire household.
She advises both my friends and me, and sometimes we watch our every word when she's around to avoid advice from her, as advice from her normally takes a long time. The moment one of us says a word she does not like or dresses in a way that displeases her, then we all should be ready for an hour or more of talks and advice following afterwards.
Coming from a family where we don't have much but are always good to go with the little we can find on our table has kept us going. When I was about to leave for school, my mom talked to me about contentment, saying, "When you get to school, you will meet people richer than you and people you are richer than, as well as people they are richer than." "No matter what, always appreciate the little we are able to give to you."
This advice has been my guide ever since I stepped onto campus. I have been living off the little my parents send me and the little I can raise on my own. This advice has saved me a lot of trouble. Indeed, on campus, you come across a lot of people, people who are doing really better than you, and if you let it get into your head, you find yourself doing things you promised to never do.
During my 200-level days, I met with friends who were into fraud. I was never comfortable around them as my dressing and phone were not up to their standard. I always looked completely different in their midst. I wanted to be like them; I wanted more, but my mom's advice still echoes in my head.
They were willing to help, but I kept procrastinating and postponing the day I would move some of my things to their house as I was still feeling uncomfortable with the move I was about to make and it contradicted my mom's advice.
On the night before I was supposed to finally move in, they were all arrested by the police. Every day it rings in my head: what if I was there already and I got arrested? What will I tell my parents? How do I explain how I found myself in a cell? This advice has saved me from so many other troubles.
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