Throw the Backpack, Close the Door, and Look Forward I believe it is the best of my interest to introduce myself briefly before I began my story about backpack and the door. I born in the Dominican Republic, a country in the Caribbean island, and a paradise of chocolate. I don't remember anything besides my hilarious haircuts from the photos. At the age of four, I moved to China with my two years old brother and my mother. We used to leave one city after another, finally we settled down at the rural area of Guangzhou. It was a beautiful city along with daily reported robberies, casualties, and few deaths occasionally. My kindly aunt decided to help us settle down. Suddenly, she disappeared one night. Along with a few thousand dollars. It was a lot. My mom was good at working behind the scene. I and my brother still went to school, had food on …show more content…
He had a lot of stress from work, but he didn't want to bring the stress back to his house and ruin the happiness. He believed that there is a solution to solve this issue. One night, he started walking around the tree in front of his house with his backpack. His wife called him for dinner in the middle of his walk. Then he was triggered. He thought, if he can put his backpack of stress on the tree, and then he can relax at home. Before he goes to work the next morning, he will pick up the backpack and go to the factory. The first week, he walked triple of dozen loops around the tree to manage to take off the stress. The second week, he walked a couple of dozen loops. Slowly, he can walk just one round of the tree and leave with no stress. The author ended with this message, "At the end of the day, make a stop. Try to take things that are necessary to carry with you, and throw the rest in your backpack. Next, throw the backpack behind the door and shut the door. Make sure to put the achievement and loses in the backpack before the throw. Then walk freely, with no weight behind your
under a mother that was always working, and a father that was usually away on
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