Reconstructing The Paper Crane
I was confused. It seemed he wanted me to marvel at his creation, but he refused to teach me to how to do it so I could make my own. I didn't do anything to make him mad. Why didn't he want to teach me how to make that paper crane?
Well, when he left that day, he left behind that paper crane. I was going to learn how to make this paper crane. I carefully pulled apart the crane so I would not rip it, and then I re-folded it along the creases periodically all the way until I got to the beginning, which was just a square sheet of paper. I did this over and over and over until I had seen how he got to the final crane.
I then cut a sheet of paper into a square and tried to fold my own crane. I was determined to make my crane better than his. So I creased each crease really tight. I made the folds perfect. When I was almost done, my crane ripped. I tried again and again and again. At the end of the night I had many cranes and one perfect one. When my friend came over the next day, I gave him his crane back, and showed him my paper cranes. He looked upset.
This same event happened in school once, a while before this incident. A boy in school had made a paper crane, and would not teach me how to make it. People were gathered around him because he knew how to make a crane, and it was so cool. He had made several cranes, and tried to top it off by making a perfect one, but it ripped. His excuse was that he made it too perfect. Show off, haha.
I learned something at a very early age, and it applies even now in my latest venture of learning computer programming.
Some people want to feel special, to feel accomplished, and they won't help you, and would rather look down on you as a nube. What is this phenomena? I don't know.
But I learned that it is only some secret thing they know that I don't know, but if I were to know it, I could do what they do, and I'd be determined to do it better. But I shouldn't be arrogant, because I might end up with a ripped paper crane, then I will look like a fool.
Patiently, and steadily, if I am persistent, and willing to suffer the smog looks of the great and powerful, I know I can reconstruct the paper crane.
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