Richard sat alone in the smithy, methodically hitting the metal with a hammer. The rhythmic sounds echoed in the dimly-lit room, and the heat from the forge made the air thick and heavy. He had found work as an assistant to a blacksmith, and while the work was hard and hot, he felt a sense of satisfaction from seeing the fruits of his labor. Richard had given up on his studies after being expelled, but he was determined to make the most of his new situation and provide for his sister.
Richard's diligence and work ethic impressed his master, who rewarded him with generous pay and a sense of security. The master knew that Richard was a valuable asset to his business, and he did everything he could to keep him around. "A good worker is hard to find," the master said, "and you, Richard, are the best I've ever seen." Richard beamed with pride at the compliment, but he also felt a sense of duty to continue working hard and making his master proud.
Despite finding a measure of success and stability in his job as a blacksmith's assistant, Richard was not truly happy. He still held onto the dream he had since childhood of being a protector, someone who could keep others safe and save lives. But after his expulsion from school, he felt that his dream was slipping further and further away. And yet, he also felt a deep sense of duty to his family, and knew that he had to provide for them, no matter what. It was a difficult situation, to say the least.
Back home when Richard told he's mom the news of hes expulsionRichard's mother was devastated when she heard the news of her son's expulsion. She burst into tears, unable to stop herself from feeling guilty and like a failure as a mother. "This is all my fault," she sobbed, her shoulders shaking with grief. "I'm so sorry, I should have done more to help you succeed in school. I've let you down." She wept openly, her face crumpled in anguish. All the while, Richard stood there, watching his mother in pain, and feeling helpless to comfort her.
"Mom, please don't feel bad. This is not your fault," Richard said gently, trying to reassure his mother. "I don't think school is for me. I know I'm meant for something else. I don't want to waste your money on something that isn't right for me. Besides, Cynthia has so much potential. If we invest in her education, she could do amazing things. Please don't blame yourself. I'm going to be just fine." Richard's mother still looked upset, but she wiped away her tears and nodded, trying to put on a brave face.
Even though Richard's words had managed to soothe his mother's distress, his own mind was still troubled. Even as he worked at the forge, shaping metal and following the precise instructions of his master, his thoughts kept turning to his future. Should he give up on his dream and stick with this job, which was reliable and paid well? Or should he take a leap of faith and pursue the life he'd always imagined? It was a difficult decision, and one that he wrestled with every day.
Richard continued to work hard at the forge, hammering away at the hot metal until it took shape into a functional tool. The day passed slowly, but eventually it came time to close up shop. As the sun began to set, a client came to the forge to buy some knives. After making the sale, Richard felt exhausted from his long day of work, and decided to head home. He was worn out, both physically and emotionally, and all he wanted was to rest.
As Richard walked along the dusty streets, he noticed a flyer hanging on the wall of a building. It read "BODYGUARD TRAINING PROGRAM," and listed a number of benefits, such as competitive pay, exciting work, and a chance to make a difference. As he read the flyer, he found himself imagining what it would be like to be a bodyguard, to protect important people and keep them safe. His heart started to pound with excitement at the thought of following his dream.
Richard felt a surge of excitement as he pulled the flyer off the wall and tucked it into his pocket. He couldn't memorize the address for the interview or recruitment. It was a long shot, but it was worth a chance. He could picture himself training to be a bodyguard, honing his skills and becoming the protector he had always dreamed of being. The thought of it gave him a rush of adrenaline as he raced through home .