A touching story about dropping out of school because of rebellion

Dropped out of high school because of gaming, and was born in the South.

The first time I took a train to the north, Inner Mongolia. Looking out of the train window, the yellow sandy horizon smeared my eyes into the color of sand. When I first arrived, I was still not used to the climate, my skin was dry, and there were spots of red spots like embellishments. My scalp feels numb and very itchy. He was so anxious that he scratched his skin and blood flowed out. Later, a fellow villager told me to just apply baby cream on it and it would be fine.

The factories I worked in were chemical plants, acid and alkali, chlorine, etc., doing pipeline production, maintenance, care, welding, etc.

From morning to night, I was very miserable and tired. At night, I secretly cried in bed and made noises on the phone to go home. I still went to work the next day. There were 11 people, and they were all busy. Because I was new here and related, I was taken care of and was not asked to do any heavy work. Just hit it off.

Until one day, the operator made a mistake, causing the pipeline to open a valve, causing a large amount of water to gush out, which could easily cause the entire plant to shut down, with serious consequences. Snow is still falling, covering the ground. Our foremen took the lead and blocked with their bodies, preventing them from rushing directly to the machinery and equipment in front. In winter, the temperature is below zero and there is ice. He yelled, "On the valve, cushions, all ready, quick, quick...". The water poured into his mouth, and the sound was indistinct, but the volume was shocking. Everyone started working in a hurry, and I was left alone with no one to care about or tell me what to do. At that time, I felt like I was a burden and a trouble, and I was shamelessly taking a salary that was sometimes too little. I stood there blankly, humiliated and angry, and they never looked at me.

A heart is quietly changing and transforming. After that, I started to work hard, doing heavy work, tiring work, and dangerous work. The alkali dripped on my face without knowing it, and now it left a hole. Holding a sledgehammer and smashing it over and over again, my whole body was sore the next day and I had to do it again.

Growth only needs an opportunity. When they left, they all tried to retain him, and he was deeply loved by them. Through hard work, he became a person who was respected by others.

I left and returned to the south, because my parents were here and they didn’t want to travel far