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6/21/2025, 1:35:19 AM
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Gonna elaborate with a personal anecdote because it's quite relevant here. Family was visiting a family friend, my brother (8) and I (9) were sleeping in their guest room/office. I found picrel, thought it was neat. Family friend said it was broken, but I could keep it if I could fix it. I worked for like an hour, figured out what was wrong, fixed it. Felt proud, got a cool new gadget because of my own industriousness. Brother was jealous. As we were leaving the next morning, he asked to see it. Now, I can't prove that he purposely slammed it to the ground instead of just dropping it, but that's what I saw. It was now broken beyond repair. My parents promised to replace it; besides the fact that I knew that they were lying (they only ever made things up to him, like when he lost his Gameboy), that wasn't the point. It wouldn't be the one I fixed. The lesson was pretty simple: hard work, ingenuity, didn't matter. Who you are matters more. Driven home a few years later when I accidentally broke his glass chess set (he left it out where it fell victim to a wild weeby swing from a newly purchased wooden sword) and I was immediately forced to give him mine.
Fast forward, brother is highly-paid engineer (amorally, building bombs) and I'm here. Sometimes I wonder where I'd be if my parents had supported me the way they'd supported my siblings, and if I'd had that little piece of proof that I could literally make things work, to hold in my hand when times got tough.
Gonna elaborate with a personal anecdote because it's quite relevant here. Family was visiting a family friend, my brother (8) and I (9) were sleeping in their guest room/office. I found picrel, thought it was neat. Family friend said it was broken, but I could keep it if I could fix it. I worked for like an hour, figured out what was wrong, fixed it. Felt proud, got a cool new gadget because of my own industriousness. Brother was jealous. As we were leaving the next morning, he asked to see it. Now, I can't prove that he purposely slammed it to the ground instead of just dropping it, but that's what I saw. It was now broken beyond repair. My parents promised to replace it; besides the fact that I knew that they were lying (they only ever made things up to him, like when he lost his Gameboy), that wasn't the point. It wouldn't be the one I fixed. The lesson was pretty simple: hard work, ingenuity, didn't matter. Who you are matters more. Driven home a few years later when I accidentally broke his glass chess set (he left it out where it fell victim to a wild weeby swing from a newly purchased wooden sword) and I was immediately forced to give him mine.
Fast forward, brother is highly-paid engineer (amorally, building bombs) and I'm here. Sometimes I wonder where I'd be if my parents had supported me the way they'd supported my siblings, and if I'd had that little piece of proof that I could literally make things work, to hold in my hand when times got tough.
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