STORY I was never as dreamed dad, good at sports. He was on the baseball team of the colony, and I went with all state league matches without understanding what it was never the game. I always abstracted. I thought, as he hit the ball with the bat and ran wildly, madly, trying to reach behind the bases with one leg stretched or pulling belly in the dust, to be an important mathematician of great or a renowned economist, or at least entrepreneur .
I could never join the Little League baseball. My father suggested it hard, promising coaches and learn, I knew the basics, I needed just a little practice, had to give me a chance. But the opportunities I spent very quickly, convincing, without intending to do ever, that I was denied for that. The same experience repeated failures of all sports: soccer, basketball, swimming, until the world ended I was convinced that a dedicated fool. My father always told me: I was no good at all, was a sickly slime, a girl, her shame. I, to compensate, I was a model student and an obedient son, and I took the academic trophies: first place in the state of mathematics, third in the country, the little picture with the President, certificates, grants. My father, unmoved: you a perfect fool.
And that's all. Now I have a small business, working on my own, thank God I have no boss. My partner, a good woman I met in high school, gave me two beautiful children, the couple, healthy, intelligent, sensitive, tenacious inclined toward the arts: her love of painting, he, an amateur guitarist, singer . But above all, my children are loving, affectionate with me, love me. Although sometimes, but I never dared to confess, or your mom, I have a clear conviction that their hobby will not lead anywhere: what a painter live?, What can be a guitarist? But I remain silent. I play their songs, they show me their squares, and I know at the bottom that do not deserve what I think, to see if they are a company "artists" have to live air these bastards, they do not need to have a father like me , I am nothing but a fool with them good luck.
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