The true story of the prodigal son? Is everyone?

I was born in a county town, the oldest in my family. Although I am the oldest, my family always protects me because of the concept of son preference, so I have developed the habit of pampering myself and being arrogant.

After graduating from middle school, I entered a sports school in the provincial capital with my own efforts and the help of my family. At that time, because I was young and didn't know anything, I was very popular in it (especially those men and women who were in love). I helped them spread books by flying pigeons. Only then did I know that falling in love turned out to be like this! In the sports school, if there were no fights, it might really be a miracle. I seldom participated in it at first. Later, with the passage of time, I changed myself. I learned to smoke, drink, fight and soak in MM, and all kinds of bad habits led me to neglect discipline at school. I am about to graduate, and everyone is about to go their separate ways. Everyone is confused and doesn't know where the end of life is. Considering that I was still very young, my father personally went to the school to talk to my principal, and I was honored to be walked (eight people were walked at that time, and I became one of those eight people), so I went in and out of Normal College for further study in 1999. I was very excited when I first entered school and left school. I secretly vowed that I must study hard and recharge myself. Maybe my will was not strong enough, and my plan fell through in the first week. Because of the poor foundation of middle school, it is basically impossible to be coherent with the cultural lessons at that time. There were two choices before me at that time. First, study hard and make up all the previous lessons. Of course, it's easier said than done, and you can't do it without perseverance. The other is to break the jar and fall. Finally, I chose the latter. So when I graduated from college, I came out completely illiterate, but maybe it was "newborn calves are not afraid of tigers", and my heart was higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. I always fantasize about how brilliant and successful my old age is.

Contrary to reality, fantasy is far from reality. During the period when I just graduated, I was idle and domineering at home, and my parents were helpless. I found someone to arrange for me to teach in a middle school in the town and was told to work hard. At that time, after all, it was the first time to work, and I was very happy and serious. The salary is more than 600 a month, which is the dream job of many rural people! Later, I contacted some former friends, and I spent more money. I always feel that I have too little money and that I am useless at school. After the winter vacation and a happy Spring Festival, I began to have a showdown with my parents. I don't want to do it. I want to go outside and create my own world. Mother thought I was talking nonsense at that time, and later confirmed that I was telling the truth. She cried, and her father said nothing. But I can feel that he is very sad. I am the black sheep of my family. I am free and easy, thinking of turning grief into strength. In February 2003, he went south to Guangzhou. Why did I choose Guangzhou? At that time, I was told that arachis duranensis and Guangzhou in Guangdong belong to a provincial capital of Guangdong, so I chose them naturally. When I came to Guangzhou, I lied to my parents that I had friends in this place to avoid their sadness. But once I went to a foreign country, I realized that "I rely on my parents at home and my friends when I go out" is true. I got off the train at about 9 pm. As soon as I got off the train, I immediately thought of finding a cheaper hotel to stay in. On the way there, there was an accident and I met a robber. In my mind, I only saw this thing in movies, but now I feel it timidly. Most of my money and things have been robbed. That night I wandered on the busy road, I cried, and I began to regret my decision. After wandering for a few days, I ran out of money and began to ask for help at home. My mother said she would give me money to go home. I was forced to promise her first, but I didn't do it. After all, when should people respect themselves? Through my efforts, I work as a salesman in a company. At that time, the basic salary was 600 yuan. A month later, I got 1, 000 yuan. Why? Because the company is engaged in direct selling, its customers are basically elderly people. Because I studied Tai Chi at school before, my main task is to teach salesmen to play Tai Chi, so I don't know if this is a retrogression before my career came back.

God always makes it difficult for people everywhere. In April of that year, SARS spread with great fanfare, and I lost my job at this time. Really want to cry, forced by life. I was in the make-or-break situation, looking for a job everywhere. At that time, most enterprises all closed down, and small businesses such as soybeans, mung beans and salt could be seen everywhere on the street. After a night of reflection, I finally made a decision and joined. I sell masks. I won't say much about how difficult it is here. On the first day, I netted 90 yuan. I was so excited about this income that I made persistent efforts and earned more than 8,000 yuan in the last two months. With the fruits of success, I began to indulge myself during the period of seclusion and ran away in Zhongshan, Shunde and other places in Guangdong. I didn't go home in 2003, but I contacted my uncle at home in 2004. My uncle called me and asked me to come to Nanjing to help him because he started a company here. I was at the end of my rope, so I had to come to Nanjing. His products are fragrant, and people say that everything is difficult at the beginning. After all, it was his first venture and he didn't make much money. He also lost a lot, and his salary is very high, basically around 2500 per month. Maybe people will never grow up in a comfortable environment. After that, the company really couldn't survive. My uncle went to Singapore and left me in Nanjing, so I came to my present company. Unexpectedly, I have worked in this company for two years.

Writing here, my tears came out. If it weren't for others, I felt sorry for my mother who stayed up late. What I just want to say in my heart is, mom, your unfilial son kowtowed to you. Can you forgive my son for the last time? Human nature is that the prodigal son will never change his money. I may not even be a prodigal son, but I have repented now. I want to live again for myself and the people I love.

I wish all the great mothers in the world good health and all the best! !