THE FIRST IMPRESSION
SELDOM MATTERS
Experience
has always been considered a kind of mastery in people’s life. People may not
be somehow appropriate in situations they have not faced before. Thus when the
sensible become aware of a behavioural mistake, they must try not to do it
again.
During my
Erasmus spell, in 2003, I paid my friend Néstor a short visit in Dublin. I
arrived in the city on a spring day at 5pm and Néstor, who by that time was
working, had given me his address. After some time seeking the house, there I
was knocking at his door and a short, dark-complexioned, East Asian man opened
it. Immediately did I think, “Poor Néstor! He must be broke; he can only afford
to live with a tramp.” After introducing ourselves, he struck up a
conversation. His name was Shiful and was Bangladeshi. I will always remember
that he was gazing at a Michael Jackson music video in which the departed
singer was characterized as a statue as he exclaimed, “I want to go to this
place!” I realized that he was both naïve and enthusiastic. He showed me their
house, half in ruins. They shared it with some everlasting moss. I entered
their filthy, two-square-metre bathroom, the only one where you could do number
two, wash your hands in the washbasin and your feet in the shower at the same
time! He worked for fifteen hours a day as a chef. Not only was he
hard-working, but he was also vital. He stated that he would develop his
profession for a period of time, in that his ideal job was to rest free from
worry.
Life teaches
lessons every day. “Optimistic people make us grow old happy,” would preach my
grandma. I judged Shiful by his appearance. Then I got to know a person in a
million.
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