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YES! I will Definitely spill my heart out here for everyone to experience my immense pain and few of my flaws during eight months of a relationship. Basically I am an introvert and my ex girlfriend was an extrovert. I was always insecure about her as she doesn't spent more time with me. Here, goes my story!. I was not that guy who flirt with girls and taking part in night parties, vacation trips, birthday treats are not my cup of cake, updating insta stories does’nt excite me, so I was occasionally available on social media. One day I recieved a friend request on Facebook from her. Initially I thought it to be a random one but, after reading her messages, I came to know that she's a girl from my class but, a different section. so, I replied.. Actually, within one week of chats and calls, I started liking her or to be honest I have fallen for her, as I was never close with any girl as much as I was with her . Its the most beautiful feeling in this world, I just wanted her to be mine. She was too cute and was way out of my league, I knew that. (She looked similar to this girl). I thought one of my mates was kidding with me by creating a fake female profile, But one week is too long for a guy to talk with another guy. I saw some You tube videos like how to ask a girl out. Finally, I asked her out. She - “calm down!. Gaurav, Don’t you think it’s too early, I respect your feelings but I need some more time”. Me- I really don’t know how to flirt and talk bullshit like other bad boys and girls don't believe in time pass love, relationship means a lot to me. I am a one woman man. If I am the next guy in your league, count me out of this. I need clarity!!. Right now. She- oh gaurav! You are leading this conversation nowhere!. I said I need some time. Me- okay! Fine. Will wait for your proposal.( tried flirting). Two days later,I got the first proposal of my life!. I was on the seventh cloud. We started talking rubbish. All sort of things which was unimportant and immature. Here, the love starts. I used to be the person with least attendance in class, but now even the teacher noticed my presence in class. I also joined a tuition class with her just to spend more time. When an introvert fall in love he does things only which relates to his partner. So, I started focusing on my looks, my dressing sense and a lot more stuffs, had a fierce fight with mom for scooty, had world war 3 for increment in my pocket money. Finally, we started dating. Yes! It was a true relationship. I was ready to do anything for her, we started sharing secrets( this is the only way to signNow any girls heart, if she share secrets, its a turn on for you). Huh!! Now, here are some cons of every love story. During school days we did not get enough time to talk, we could only talk after coaching classes so most of the talk was just on chats and that too on mesaages not on whatsapp( as family used to notice). She was never ready to reveal our relationship. She always made excuses for not hanging out with me. She was only comfortable on chats. Whenever, I was with her it felt like I was dating two persons at a time. But, I thought she needed some more time to open up with me. I started giving some space. I was insecure but never showed. Its been six months we were dating.Our summer vacations started and now we got more time but she again refused to hang out with me. I was like when the hell will you join with me. In six months we have seen two movies and visited few restaurants only with a lot of requests. I started doubting myself?. Am i not good looking, Am i not intelligent enough?. Finally, its my birthday and GOD has decided to give me a wonderful present. I had almost no friends and i told her to come alone as i wanted to spend the entire day with her. She joined me, and brought a beautiful present for me, it was a watch(a branded one fastrack) as she noticed i was not having any. We went to theatre for movie, followed by restaurant where we ordered some snacks. I felt like she was just hiding by covering herself with the menu card. When suddenly a boy approached with a complexion of anger and suspense on his pale face. Boy- who is he? and what you two are doing here?. Are you dating him?. Why did you do this to me?. I was in a trauma and felt paralised. I handled the situation with delicacy and a mature love took over anger and revenge. Me- Do not worry brother, I am just her cousin from lucknow for my exam as my centre here( I could’ve told him the truth & created a scene but I wanted her to realise, that what she did was nothing less than a crime). Boy- Great bro. Fine. How was your exam? *Put his hand forward to shake* I neither replied nor looked at him. I moved out the restaurant wiping my tears . I cried for two days, did not eat. As far as an introvert’s heart was broken. That was the worst birthday ever. Finally, I found myself blocked from everywhere, she changed her number. she started bunking schools and left coaching. I felt heart broken not because she was dating someone else also, but she did’nt even try to explain me and instead of consoling me at the restaurant she was explaining him. She was again thinking practically at that time (may be she was knowing that I will never return in her life again as she broke my trust, so she consoled him for an option). She did not even stop me. I could harm her in many ways, but i truly believe in “KARMA” . Gaurav✍.

An hour of shame!!Hello, this is my first answer on Quora, please bear with me if it’s too long.So this is how it happened, I had moved to Germany for work, and after adjusting with the initial shocks and surprises like finding a house, internet connection, Visa and so on I finally decided it’s time to start learning German.So I went around town looking for courses offered in the evenings, finally I found one - which was on Wednesday, Thursday & Friday (6 to 9PM)Then, came the day which I will never forget in my life.It was Friday – I went to the Institute as usual only to find that the teacher had a serious cold, she somehow managed to continue till 7:45PM but ultimately gave up and the class was over at 7:45PM, instead of the regular 9:00PM.I had to take a leak so I went to the restroom and after I came out Ii found that the main door was locked and everyone had left.And so starts the most confusing & embarrassing hour of my life.I tried and checked everywhere if there was any number which I could call, but I couldn’t find anything.Being unsure of what to do, I started thinking of various ways out - I then realized that the restroom had one of those big windows from which I could step out to the ledge.I went there and checked and I thought if I could get out I would be able to climb down somehow (I was on the 1st floor).But after I got over the ledge from the window I realized that it was not possible to climb down from there and it was too high to jump.It was February, and it was cold and I could not figure what to do...I thought that I should jump, but was scared. I threw my bag down to get a better idea of the height and with the loud thump that it landed I was sure I couldn’t make this jump.I spend 15-20 min, but still couldn’t think of anything, I couldn’t even go back in, as now my bag was lying outside and my passport was in the bag.Finally digesting all the shame I came to the conclusion - I should call 112 (the emergency number in Germany).I placed the call and requested for a person who could speak English, luckily there was this very helpful guy to whom I explained the situation, somehow I gave the address by mentioning the nearby shops - he was trying to locate the address, he asked me to stay on the call (and this is when my trusted iPhone decided to ditch me for the first time - the battery died and the phone switched off).Now I am standing there on the ledge with no phone, not sure if the guy got the correct address and if he would do something.After about 5 minutes I hear a police car passing by, I got hopeful that they came for me, but since they dint have exact address and it was dark they couldn’t see me.I then realized that I had lost this chance as well.It was 8:30PM and it was getting colder, after some more minutes of confusion/shame/stress I saw 1 guy coming down the road, again digesting all my shame I asked him if he could help me. But it wasn’t going to be that easy, I couldn’t speak German and he didn’t understand English.He murmured something and went away; I thought that’s it I am going to spend the entire night on the ledge.10 min pass and this guy came back; he asked what happened, with all my effort and hand gestures I explained to him that the door was locked when I went to the Toilette. (that’s the only word he understood).He said he would ask the people living in the ground floor to call the police, I think he was a little scared to help me not knowing/trusting me and all.But he helped, he knocked on the door and explained to the old lady who answered that there is a man on her roof, at first she did not believe it, but then she agreed to call 112.I could hear her placing the call and I thought I am going to get down after all and I relaxed a little.After 6-7 minutes the police car arrives, I explain the situation to 1 of the cops who luckily spoke English, I have a feeling he somehow managed to control his smile. They then went through my bag and checked my passport. Then began the thinking on how to get me down, after some minutes the cop told me that he doesn’t want any injuries to happen so they are not going to take any risks and would call the fire department to get me down with the help of one of those (big) ladders. So they then called the fire department after few more minutes they arrived, then the cops explained what happened, they then asked me how I am Feeling and all. (All the time, I was only praying in my mind to get this over with as soon as possible).Finally one of the guys put a ladder and I climbed down. Even after that there was some questioning and then the cops returned my bag and let me go with an advice to take care of such situations in future. :DIt was around 9:30PM when I finally got down and then I returned home and I swore to never talk about this again to anyone.But today I’m putting it on Quora, though I couldn’t manage not going anonymous on this answer. ;)

I was Shaken. Felt VOIDAnswer is going to be very long - I have not expressed my feeling to anyone after that day so here is lengthy answer (yeah - another Introvert !). This happened in PUNE.It was a good day with blue cloudless sky and warming temperature, I woke up early since I was in first shift so started earlier to office.signNowed office, had some work that I owned and went with colleagues for breakfast, when came back noticed HR and manger were discussing something in meeting room, I continued my work, until interrupted by manger to come along with him, so I did.In Meeting RoomM: How are you Mr. XXX?me: I am well and good , feeling quite good today.M: hmm, so Mr. XXX, how many years you have been working for XYZ and how was your experience so far ?me : (what the hell he is asking me this, wondering why he is asking this question to me) completed 2.5 years so far (I joined as fresher there ) and told regular rotten things like feels good , good work culture,bla bla bla.M: okay, let me come to the point - there is feedback for you from team mates that you are not doing well and keeps sleeping at nights when you are in night shift , your attitude towards work is not good. Is that true ?me : (I was shocked for few mins and I took me while to get out of it )I am sure there must be some misunderstanding, this is not true (In my mind, I smelled something fishy )M: Well, Mr. XXX, I have feedback in written for you and that must be true and I don’t think it might be some misunderstanding. Let me call HR to join here ( I came to know this later that this was pre-planned and both HR and manger were already hand in hand)While waiting for HRme : (sweated, my throat went dry ) -felt anxious, my heart was beating fastlyM: waited calmly with mild smile on his faceHR joins meetingHR: how are you Mr. XXX,M: hmm, he is quite frightenedHR: hey XXX, relax, do you want to drink some water ? (while opening a bottle )me: did not utter a single word (I was sweating )HR : Forcefully handed over water bottleme: did drink some waterHR : I have a news for you, we here are XYZ no longer require your services and you are relieved from today and you may leave after this meeting.me : what ? what ? (heartbeat on high, could not believe on my ears )HR: Relax, calm down, you will get your 2 months salary and relieving letter along with form 16 and pay slips, you may leave nowme : Almost broke into tears literally, my eyes were RED.HR and M : they were just watching me what I am going through.me: Sir, Madam, there is some misunderstanding here, I kept telling this is not true in different ways.HR & M : both silent - no words spoken.me : again - I kept telling and trying to explain.HR : Please leave your id at me and get your stuff and leave - otherwise I have to call securityme : (coming out of shock , I was explaining like a beggar to someone rich )I am from lower middle classed family, my father is retired from school as clerk and mother is housewife , I have responsibility of younger brother for his education and I have to support my family. (M was very well aware about my background )HR : (in somewhat harsher and loud voice) : Please get out.me : I literally grabbed HR and manager feet to show me some mercyHR : XXX, please leave ASAP.meanwhile, M calls security to escort me to the gate , few mins passed, a security personnel comes in and requests me to come along with him.me : while standing and giving merciful look to both - still hoping they will revert their decision and came out of meeting room and headed towards washroomI asked security personnel to wait outside washroom and let me wash me eyes that were much REDDER and shred me tears.I came out of washroom and asked security personnel to wait at main door and requested not to come by desk very politely, he agreed, went to my cubicle , did not show any sign for what happened, took my stuff as if I am searching for something from my drawer ,just so as not to take doubt among team mates , took my stuff and gave a smile back to team mates who were not having any idea that I am leaving PERMANENTLYI walked very SLOWLY with security guy and came out of building.signNowed room (there was no one at room- room mate was at job, we were just two guys )- I CRIED AND CRIED AND CRIED FOR HOURS - and for the first time in life I experienced GREAT VOIDI was constantly thinking of my family (I was unmarried then ) and their dreams, their hopes - all gone just like that !!(I always used to send 90% my salary to home for support and brother’s education so I was not having any big bucks in banks )On the same day - I got some many calls from my colleagues - news was spread finally , did not answered single one.They all came to meet me and I told what M told me about them and they said no one has given any feedback.I did not broke news to my home - I broke it when I went to home after 1.5 months.I broke it to my room mate after 2 days.Meanwhile - I decided to change my spends towards my lifestyle since I was only having 3k in my salary account and I have to live with that for at least 2.5 months since I could not ask for money at home.I used to eat just a SINGLE WADA PAO for a day and cup of tea - you heard it - just a single wada pao for a day and a cup of tea and I have to prepare for interviews as well with this empty stomach -Whenever I got interview call - I spent money for transport and skipped eating Wada Pao and shamelessly used to ask at interview locations if they are proving free meals for candidatesI lost almost 15–20 kgs in 1.5 monthsThis continued for 8 months and finally I got a decent job !!(I faced so many cross questions like why did you leave your job in middle while holding no offer - since it was mentioned by HR on releasing certificate that I am, XXX, wants to move on )P.S.Later I come to know that HR had hired someone from college pass out from M referral who was relative of M.There were no issues among team mates - my team was really decent team - just t0 be clear.My Room mate helped me a LOT during this periodForgive my poor English and grammatical errorsI moved on and LIFE HAS TAUGHT ME A GOOD LESSON THAT I WILL NEVER FORGET.

At lunch, I was discussing my son’s struggle with math when we move (we’re a military family and my son has attended 12 different schools in his 14 year life) because each state has its own standards and what I call their own “math ladder”. Every state has its own set of rungs to signNow the next rung. In math you can’t skip a rung and expect to climb forward without struggle and some catching up. His math is like a checkerboard instead of a clean ladder. I expressed I was happy with how quickly his current school was willing to intervene and help BEFORE any grades were issued.My trump supporting family member chimed in and said “You’ll find the schools are better here because they are conservative. You just left a liberal state with all that new Obama math”.“Are you talking about common core?”“Yes, that Obama crap where 2+2 doesn’t equal 4”I had to correct him. The state we just left is way more conservative than our current state. We lived in the Bible Belt. They also chose not to adopt common core. Our current state, the state we both reside in and we’re eating lunch in, adopted common core straight away and have had a lot of success with it. I explained I was a fan of common core and the new math curriculum (I wish I had had it. I understand math better and can help my child easier) and standards because it makes moving from school to school seamless academically and keeps my kid from feeling like he’s failing the first few months of going to a new school. It’s great having federal standards for kids like him that are always on the move. If every state implemented it... homework heaven!He was shocked. ( about as shocked as I was that he could turn a conversation about school into a weird political fight)“Well, you Democrats just don’t understand how good trump is for our country and how awful Obama was. You just don’t know what’s good for you”, he chuckled.I had to remind him that I voted republican my whole life until trump slapped me in my face.He went on about how Obama was an evil Muslim and bent on ruining our country. “You’ve been brainwashed by the socialist liberal media and living in liberal areas for so long”.“I don’t believe Obama is evil and hell bent on destroying America because I disagreed with him politically. just as I don’t believe trump is hitler reincarnated. Who’s being brainwashed again?! It’s time to turn off Rush Limbaugh”It was the strangest exchange.

Oh boy ! This question is special.Even before visiting china, I knew China wasn't just a suppressive communist regime with child labours in giant factories. But the media wouldn't portray it otherwise.It took a lot many trips to the embassy to get me a travel visa but every single trip was worth it.And here's a little secret the Chinese wouldn't let you in on.“It's the most beautiful country in the world”It surprises me is how little they promote tourism internationally. All one pictures of when thinking of China is the Great Wall or the Terracotta Army. But guess what, I didn't visit either. All the places I’d been to were full of domestic tourists and I stuck out like the odd one almost everywhere. (I'm not complaining though, but more in that later) I only got a month’s single visit visa. And I spent all of it in the southern part of China. So let me give you a brief account of my amazing experience in this mystical country.PEOPLE:Just mentioning that people are kind would be such a gross understatement. People are very warm and always greet you with a smile (Not just the formal touristic greet but the genuine humble smile)I was always short for change while traveling and there wasn't once an occasion when some passerby didn't pause to help me. And the help wasn't just instructional or with giving me a change. A lot many of them just put their money, got me a ticket, handed it to me and left with a smile.I didn't have the change to get into a bus in Guangzhou once and was putting in 10 yuan instead but the bus driver stopped me and put in his own money instead, asked me to just settle down.When I was Changsha, I didn't know the metro route and was struggling to figure out with the route map. A woman hurriedly came to me and asked her young son to help me out. He was a school student, probably still learning English. With the little that he could, he stood there, looking into my Apple Maps travel route suggestion and keyed in those details into his phone and started searching. It took him a good 10 minutes to help me sort out the route but he made sure (despite the language barrier) that I got the travel route right. When they proceeded to leave, the mother gripped her son’s shoulder as a sign of appreciation for his help. I could see the humility in her eyes and I couldn't have been more humbled by her gesture.I went to a makeshift food outlet in Shenzhen run by a family (the family probably lived in the establishment) simply coz they endorsed “Halal” on their board. It was a Friday afternoon and I could bravely order a beef stew. The order ran up to 30 yuan. While I waited for my order, the chef pointed her children to say ‘Assalamualikum’ (Muslim greeting) to me. I found this amusing as the kids looked at me with a gaze and surprise and anguish. I extended my hand to greet them and they reluctantly did. Although there were no grounds of communication, I improvised on Google translate and had a good conversation with them. They were Hui Muslim family running a makeshift restaurant. The women ran the kitchen while the men waited and kept the books.After our talk, I wanted to tip big and pulled out my wallet to pay. But they flatly refused. They said, it being a Friday, they wanted to do me good as I'm far away from home. Their gesture moved me.I pulled out my wallet and hurriedly handed the kid a 20 Kuwaiti dinar bill. I told them it would be a memorabilia from a visitor and I'd always remember them in my prayers. Looking at the small designation bill, they didn't protest much. (Little did they know!)There are several other P2P stories about how awesome Chinese are to their guests but I guess you get the picture.NOTE: The Chinese police deserve a special mention as they're the warmest towards a foreigner while being dead strict against their own citizens. (Had a first hand experience when I jaywalked on a busy road)So, if you're planning on visiting China, expect the warmest of people there and keep your heart open.Here are a few pictures for a good measure.We became good friends (coz he spoke English) and I kinda would've been lost in Zhangjiajie without him. He explained a lot of historical and cultural facts from here which otherwise would've lost on me. The tourist guides make shit up (his words not mine!) and he gave me a detailed account of the area’s geography.This woman was delighted to see a ‘black guy’ amidst the mix and just wanted to click a picture for memories. I can't even remember the number of times people walked up to me asking to click pictures (felt like a celebrity !!!)Well, that was about some of the people. Now let's get down to the one thing that caught me by surprise.FOODBeing a Muslim, I had very few culinary options, although there's no complaining about the wide variety of food this country has to offer. Then, being an Indian I'm too spoilt for food options but over here, they were a step ahead of us.Special mention for the Hunanese (Boy ! Don't they cook amazing food) cuisine.I couldn't have asked for better food than what I got in China. Even though I had to stick to fish and prawns, I'd indulge in other food as soon as I could find a restaurant serving Halal food.Hunanese Fish.Dried fishes. (It was quite spicy)Cold Mutton pieces with peanuts? (I’m sorry I forgot the name of the dish)Sichuanese Mutton Pot (with sprouts and a ton of other spices. I guess they had some bamboo in there as well)Spicy Crab (There's no civilised way of eating this. My hands were dirty as I crushed the crustacean in my mouth and my nose ran like flowing river coz of the spices. With my mouth and nose dribbling with juices, I gobbled every last bit of it)Mouth watering anyone ?Alright, here, how about I give you some street food !!!Quail eggs !!!Oysters !!!Crab!I wish I could taste the deer kebabs and I had a strong craving for Yak burgers but my religious duties held me back.NOTE: Chinese fruits deserve a special mention here. Fruits in China are the cheapest in the world. I mean, 2 yuan for a kilo of apple cheap. If you're into fruits, your daily food expenses would drop drastically.So, that was about the food. Let me fill you in on another important factor. And I guess this is probably one aspect the Chinese are leaps and bounds ahead of the rest of the world.INFRASTRUCTURE AND ENGINEERINGSo, you know most of the stuff that you buy comes from China. Well, ‘cheap’ isn't the only reason that companies flock there. There's incredible innovation in Chinese society even for the most basic of tasks.Specially their Civil Engineering accomplishments. They've built some of the most amazing dams, star gazing structures, bridges, aquariums, Opera House, Temples, Tall buildings, water canals - You name it.And then you have the Infrastructure. The infrastructure is second to none in the world. I was amazed at the number of bullet trains they run, their precision, punctuality and over all service.The overnight trains too are almost always on time. Are clean, well ventilated and are damn cheap. (Europe could take some lessons here)Edit: This is going to be a lengthy answer I started writing on a whim. Need more time to frame it well. (Thanks for the appreciation in the meantime)

I was on a date at the time with a guy I was really into.I chose the local Kmart to spend time together because he was very nervous and awkward in romantic situations.We were in the toy aisle nerding out over a comic book poster covered in heroes. I remember I was rapid fire naming off all the ones I knew and suddenly out of nowhere I was struck with the sound of a song my grandmother used to sing to me when I was a toddler.I started to shake. I apologized and asked to borrow his phone since I didn't have a cell at the time.I called my mom, absolutely frantic.“Mom is Grandma okay?” There was a pause as if she were shocked or trying to process my sudden question. “She's had a stroke.” she explained to me that she was 'fine' now but she was worried.I fell to tears, apologized to my date and asked him to take me home. I needed to have time to think about things. I was halfway across the country from her.I decided I would go see her for one last birthday since those were the fondest moments I had with her. She would always ask me what I wanted to eat and I was so in love with her cooking. No one has ever nor will they ever trump her food and it breaks my heart to this very day.My date asked to go with me to support me. My family gave me the thumbs up and we flew out to see her.I wasn't going to wait any longer to see her. I was bent on making it back to her before the year was up.I remember sitting down at the table with her and Grandpa and there was a strange feeling between us all. Like an emptiness. Almost like she was a stranger.We talked about plans for my birthday but there were many pauses. Worrying pauses. I mentioned my favourite dish to her, one she taught me specifically how to make when I was very small and she continued making it often well into my adult years and she had no idea what I was talking about.Her mind was slipping from her. She prided herself in many things and her cooking was one of them. She wouldn't have ever forgotten a recipe. She clipped them from magazines, wrote them down, traded them with friends and family-- this was wrong and terrifying to watch unfold.The night of my birthday she was sluggish. This was a mistake. I should have come sooner on a day she wouldn't have wanted to do anything like this for. My regrets were heavy but I had no way of knowing beforehand how awful this situation was until I was walking closely behind her down the hallway as she carried the food.“Grandma let me take that-- please- I'm worried about you. Do you need to go lay down? Are you feeling okay?” She would smile weakly and tell me she was fine but at that point I wasn't having it. This wasn't a birthday anymore it was a red flag.She excused herself from the patio where we all were and I sat down beside my mom and narrowed my eyes at her. “am I the only person who isn't blind here? She needs to go to a hospital NOW.”It took way too much convincing. The party eventually fell apart as my grandfather started to argue with us. “She's fine. She just needs to lay down.” “No, this isn't like her. She's obviously sick and in pain.”My mother finally saw reason and we all left to gather around her. Before we even got to her bed we could hear her crying. My grandfather was saying “she can go to the doctor's tomorrow.” “No. Now.”I was scared to be the booming voice of reason against him. He was the head of the family. No one questioned him. I felt like he was brushing off this terrifying display because 'if I ignore it- it'll go away.” But it was so clear she needed help.My mother and my uncle's estranged sister lifted her up and out of bed. She cried. I could tell she was scared and accepted this needed to happen.My grandfather argued with us all the way to the car but he bit the bullet and drove her anyways.It was too late by the time we arrived. Everyone was there, scared out of their mind at the reality of the situation. In the waiting room biting their nails.I was told upon arrival they had to insert a tube down her throat. That she was terrified and tried to speak to my mother. That she was on life support for a while.I don't remember the exact description of the cause of her death. Kidney stones? A collection of them? Internal bleeding? It's all so distant now. I think she was there for two days before she passed away.It left me unsettled. It left me feeling a massive amount of guilt. If only I visited sooner. If only I had known how bad she was I wouldn't have discussed a birthday gathering. She didn't need to be up and doing work while she was like that. While she was so frail and in pain.I still haven't accepted that she's gone. Over a decade ago and everything feels so vivid to me.I think about her and her food she prided herself so much in. I remember the taste of her buttermilk pies, her beef tip stews, her chicken dumplings, her specialty chocolate chip cookies and Coca-Cola brownies and fudge bites. I remember vividly every time I walked into her house the smell of cooked or baked food. Her over abundance so that she can share with her guests. The counter she welcomed us all to sit at. The laughing. The long conversations. Her patience with me because Lord knows I was a difficult human being to listen to lolFroggy went a courting was the song that creeped into my head that day. Only my grandmother had ever sung it to me. I didn't think of it often but when I did I was very fond of that memory.Call your grandparents folks. Tell them you love them. Be mindful of the small things that may be red flags. You may not get a second chance.

Back in 2013 I took my first medical entrance exam, NEET. I got rank around 28000s. I couldn’t clear that year. Later I joined Miranda House of Delhi University to pursue BSc in zoology. I couldn’t concentrate there. I badly wanted to become a doctor. I decided to take a drop. I prepared well that year but my confidence level was too low. I took the exam in 2014 and my rank was around 20000s. I couldn’t make it.I did not want to waste another year. I joined Sri Venkateswara College of DU for the same course. Again I couldn’t concentrate but I decided to prepare simultaneously. I wrote the exam in 2015 and it was again a failure.I am fit for nothing. I am a loser. My life can never be good.All sorts of negative thoughts were lingering in my mind throughout my college life. It was a dull and a monotonous period. I pretended to be happy but there was something killing me deep inside. However, my interest towards the subject never decreased. By the third year I was slowly moving out of depression and started to focus more on my studies.2017I applied for MSc and Integrated Ph.D programs and wrote entrances for that.I securedAIR 14 in IIT JAM Biological Sciences.AIR 120 in IIT JAM Biotechnology.AIR 39 in JNU CEEBAIR 8 in AIIMS M.Biotech entrance examand 2 digit ranks in other small entrances.Are these my achievements?No.My real achievement isovercoming the fear to face a competitive examrising up after three drastic fallscoming out of four years of depressionrevitalizing my confidencetaking control over fear of failureacquiring the maturity to learn from failures rather than lamentingI do not know where I will stand in case I take up major competitive exams like UPSC but I now have the courage to face anything. I have the confidence that I can do it. I will not stagnate if I fail. I know how to maintain a stable mind whether it is a failure or success.

When I went to pre-school, I had the nicest teacher ever. She was brand new at teaching, but she was so kind and our class loved her. I cried when I had to move onto kindergarten, but I knew that I would never forget her smile, her smell, or her pretty face.Around the middle of the year of kindergarten, I heard that she began to go after a new career, the military. She left her class and job when I ended kindergarten, and went to training. It felt strange in first grade, when I would skip past the office and not see her in there, filling her coffee mug. But eventually her absence became unnoticeable, and I continued to learn.5th grade, same school. Our principal announces on the announcements that she has written a letter to our school. She admits that she does miss her old job, but feels that it is a great honor to be protecting America and us. I missed her so much while listening to he announcements, and later all the students who have had her got to sign a card for her. I wrote her as much as I could, that I miss her, that I am proud to know that she is protecting us, and I urged her to hurry back because I missed her.Flash forward. High school, the 9th grade. About a month ago, I was out with my friends at the mall. We were going to the parking lot to meet up with our other friends when I see a veteran standing at a stop sign, holding up a sign. Something about the veteran was familiar… you guessed it, it was my most favorite teacher.I rushed up to her and said hello. She turned around and started to cry.“Please, don’t look at me.” She told me. I started to cry and I hugged her.“ I don’t care what state you are in, you are my most favorite teacher, and a veteran. You should be treated with respect.”I ditched my friends and took her to the nearest McDonald's. There, she filled me with her past. She came home a year ago to her husband with stage 3 lung and colon cancer. He died in a month, leaving her without a job, and lots of medical bills. 2 months later, she was kicked out of her home, and for almost 8 months she has been struggling to find a job. She was to ashamed to go back to our school because of her appearance. I cried for most of the time.I gave her all the money I had (only $50) and we went our separate ways. I wish that I had more money to give her, more things to offer. But all I had was $50. I haven’t seen her since. I don’t know how she is surviving there. I pray to God everyday that she will find a job, and I even started carrying around more money just in case I see her again.But knowing the fact that she still might be out there puts me to shame. I want to do more, not just for homeless veterans, but for all homeless people out there. I suggest that we stop making the latest iPhone and start solving the poverty. People are our first priority, not phones.Please spread the word, and do more for the people who serve our country. One dollar will not do much, but giving them a job will do so much more. :)Edit: Thank you, thank you for the upvotes and comments. A special thanks to Bruce Downing, because he said “ I keep going by those “sign people” without stopping. Because of your story; I promise I will stop sometimes.” and it really warmed my heart.I know I am a kid, only 15, but I have talked with some of my friends and family. We gathered some clothing and food to a homeless shelter, and already I feel that I have made a step to helping homeless people. A week later, I saw her again, at the same McDonald’s we were at all that time ago. She is now a janitor there. I am extremely happy for her. She let me know that she is still living on the streets, but she is slowly making enough money to rent a apartment. I am happy for her, and I told her about telling her story on Quora. Thankfully she wasn’t mad at me for sharing personal stuff, and she was glad that I wanted to make homeless veterans’ voices heard. She still wants to remain anonymous, and since she is my hero, I will respect her wish.Thanks again to all of you. Let’s get these people off the streets and back to a good life.Edit 2: A very happy day today! It’s almost school time, and I was going past my old school when I see her! My favorite teacher! She waved me over, and told me that she is going to start teaching again! I cannot express how happy I am for her! She also told me that she now has an apartment, and is starting to pay for the medical bills. Apparently someone started a GoFundMe page for her, and with the help of friends and family and anonymous people, she has enough money to live in her apartment!School starts on August 30th, and she says she feels a bit overwhelmed by all the changes, but she is super grateful for the help from people.If it was one of you who made the GoFundMe page for her, thank you so so so so so so so so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can’t express how happy I am, and I can’t even imagine how happy my favorite teacher is!Edit 3: Thanks for all those upvotes (7.4k :O!!!) Today I was picking up my siblings from school, and I peeked into the classrooms. And I was happy to see that my favorite teacher was there! I said a quick hi to her, and asked her how life is. She said she has never been this grateful in her whole life, and that all the other teachers welcomed her back with open arms. She is now happily teaching Kindergarten, and on some days teaches preschool.I feel happy for her, not just because she overcame a hard moment in her life, but also that she had the strength to go back to teaching, even though she was probably so ashamed of her past.I am also happy that our school took her back like the prodigal son, with arms open wide, signNowing out to her and welcoming her back.And finally, I am grateful for all the people of Quora. Thanks for spreading the word about homeless veterans and people just like you and me out on the street, and thank you for taking time to read what I wrote.