When I was a young girl, I lived with my grandma. She worked in a cooperative factory skiving shoes. She was responsible for putting the little decorative holes in men's wing-tipped dress shoes. I wasn't a pretty girl, and I wasn't popular. One day, I came home from school and my grandma came home from work, and we were both feeling beat-up - she was exhausted from the long hours and hard work, and the rich girls had taunted me all day, called me ugly names. I cried and cried. My grandma made me cocoa and turned the radio up, loud. We danced polkas around the kitchen, and I started feeling better. I have never forgotten the advice she gave me that night: "Don't be beautiful, honey. Be smart."
This is what everyone really needs. Residing childhood advice which applies to adulthood also. Really liked this contribution.
thanks, harryjames My grandma was my hero. She worked hard her entire life and wasn't ashamed of not having money or position. I try to be like her in as many ways as I can.