Leslie Roberts, 29, Palm Beach
When I was growing up, I had everything I needed at my fingertips. My parents made sure that I had all I wanted, as the only child. We had house helps that worked for us and took care of things at home; so, there was nothing much for me to worry about. I had good grades in school and was quite exceptional, but it didn't feel special to me. Despite all these, I never felt good about myself.
When my classmates in the second third, fourth, and even the fifth position get their results, they were always glad and happy. I didn't understand why.
As a perpetual front position holder, I saw no reason to be happy about my results because my parents never praised me for them. They were indifferent to it. They were only busy with their own.
My father was a politician who was always busy and having meetings. My mother was also very busy as a popular High society woman. There was no appreciation and appraisal from their part to make me feel good.
This continued until I visited my Neighbors house. They had a child with Down syndrome. I saw how they treaded him. They would take care of him and encourage his little strides. While discussing with the boy, I see that he was delighted and contended. He had good feelings about himself and was not sorry that he wasn't like most people. He was very proud of his handwriting, even though it wasn't the most legible handwriting ever. My encounter at their place was unique and divine that I had to take a rethink about myself. I realized that bad feelings instigate negative energy. It affected my ability to succeed. I have learned to redefine myself to create good feelings for myself and about myself. I am loving myself first without waiting for anyone to do so.