when I was already regretting my decision, but nearly almost everyone in the class dwarfed me and I was hearing remarks about the midget they had in class.
I wasn’t a midget, but I was a dwarf, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t do the task.
I got home that evening and told my dad about the remarks that were being made. He asked me if I thought my size would go unnoticed, and I shook my head. He then asked if anyone told him I had to be an Heating, Ventilation, and A/C specialist. When I shook my head again, he shrugged and told me that once you start something you need to finish. I wasn’t sure that was tplot for me, but my dad had always been there for me. Maybe he saw some inner strength in me that I hadn’t seen. When I started to get up, he stopped me. He asked if I still thought I could be a nice Heating, Ventilation, and A/C specialist, and I nodded. He told me to swallow my pride, quit pitying myself for being different. He reminded me to accept my challenges and always be the best I could be. I was sure I could be an excellent Heating, Ventilation, and A/C specialist, but I had to accept who I was, which I never wanted to do. I always thought I was handed a disability as punishment for something I had done in a past life. My father thought I was given a gift and was put on earth to show people how strong people could be in spite of disabilities. Maybe I should listen to dad and be the best Heating, Ventilation, and A/C specialist possible.