The good advice
I should remember his advice, given freely so long ago. It was a very simple one, a very obvious one - and so far, the best advice that anyone has ever given me. It had no depht, no second meanings, no sugar-coated words. It was blunt, as all good advice is - blunt, dry, accurate. And above all, true. It shown how much he knew about me, and about life, and how he had foreseen a point where me and life would clash heads on. So he told me: drop that. I remember grinning then, but now, almost four years after that day, I finally do understand its true meaning, and I can appreciate its real value.