Have you ever believed in yourself? Did your parents ever believe in you? For me it did not happen, ever. But sometimes life has shown me good results. When I was in primary school my progress was very slow. My older brother was an excellent pupil. All of my parents’ efforts, especially my mother’s, were directed to his progress when he started school. When I entered school the next year, I think my parents were tired of this activity. The care of my progress was the obligation of my brother. But I did not want to obey him. I only wanted him to read fairy tales to me while lying on the sofa. As a result my progress worsened. I even had the worst rating in reading and math! My teacher rated my actions as unsatisfactory! I don’t understand why, but I was also very shy. I feared her. My family finally became interested in my progress. I remember one evening my entire family was busy helping me with my math homework, in different places in our apartment! My class then started a