One day I went to the barber’s. At the shop, there was a young man about my age, who washed my hair before the barber cut it. While I was lying there on the couch, with the young man doing my hair, to kill the time, I decided to strike up a conversation with him. I asked him, “How many years have you worked in here, mate?”

“One and a half years,” the young man replied.

I was a bit surprised because he looked my age. I went on, “Did you drop out when you were in junior high school?”

He said in a sad tone, “Yes, I did.”

Hearing that, I felt it was a pity that the young man was no longer in school like me. The young man asked me a lot of questions about what I learn every day. Obviously, he wanted to learn about my school life. Had he not quitted school, he would be a high school student now.

I tried to lift his spirits. I said, “Whatever you might do, you will succeed as long as you try your best.”