Dear Canuck, I am so happy to see your reply and your affirmation of my English. Thank you for your correcting my errors. Your words make me remind of a meaningful story that I read in a magazine. It is about belief. I know a lot from that story and I wish I could share the story with the friends on the forum.There was a small school in a remote village, in spite of its poor condition, it succeeded in bringing up university men, even masters and doctors. All the persons near the village were willing to send their children to study there. About twenty years ago, an old teacher had come down in the world for some reason and come up to the small school. Since he came, more and more persons with ability appeared which made the villagers maintain that the teacher was specialized in magic. Someone tended to imagine that the teacher could forecast the future because he would like to say some words to their children such as “you must be a mathematician later, you must be a writer in the future and you must be a musician……” By and by, the parents found that their children were quite different. It seemed that they assuredly had talent for math, for writing or for music. The child who was told to be a mathematician had more interest in math, likewise the child who was told to be a writer had great passion for literature gradually. They were inclined to be entranced with study and become self-conscious as well. The parents felt puzzled about the changes and doubted whether the children would become outstanding persons according to the teacher. Were their children useful persons? Before long it turned out that most of the children from the remote village did go to university. From then on, the old teacher was regarded as a prophet. Could he predict with miraculous accuracy? Actually, every clear-eyed person should know that the teacher was not a fortune-teller at all. There wasn’t anyone who can foresee the future in existence. The smart teacher just infused a sort of belief into his students. It was exact this kind of belief that made them consider that they were knockouts and they would win the game in the end. That was the power of belief.I still had some vague memories about my first English dictation until now. There were just ten simple words such as “face” “bee” “rose” etc. Despite this, I failed in the examination. I was asked to be the teacher’s office to repeat the work with the other two students in my class. But to my astonishment, they two passed the exam except me this time. I felt terribly depressed because I strained every nerve to recite the words. I had made every effort to do the job but still got a bad result. I began to be suspicious of my capability. I was doomed to fail, I once deemed it in this way. “Take it easy, my good girl, I believe you will win at last.” My English gave me a pat on the head, saying that gently. I couldn’t help piping one's eye and I felt that a flow of warm current was flowing into my heart. Eventually I passed the exam and even got a high mark in the next exam, furthermore I made a progress every next time. The teacher praised me for that and said: “You see, I am right, you do have genius for English.” From that time on, I had great interest in English and what’s more I became the top student in my class due to my efforts. Sometimes I asked myself what would happen but for my teacher’s encouragement. I couldn’t imagine that, likewise but for Cancuk’s comment on my English, maybe I wouldn’t have the self-confidence to finish this article. Your casual words will have incogitable influence on the others between times. Remember that no one is destined to fail in the world, as long as you have belief, you will succeed at length.