When I was a teenager, my stern and meticulous father, whom I regarded as well-spirited of his discernment and accurate at his forecasts, was dismayed of the assignment he had me worked earlier in the day. He remarked that I could never be good at any job. I was so heart-broken but still I looked up him with so much awe. Today, in my forties, I still do not have the nerve to prove my father wrong.