Riding bicycle lesson

 

- Dad, don’t let go! Ah… ahhh

I was startled to hear a baby screams from the park when I was written proposal in the coffee table on the balcony. At first I ignored that sound because I my purpose of getting to here is to be "autism" brainstorming for job. But haizzz… I couldn’t brainstorm anything at all though in Saxa, this is one of  the “autism” corners I like the best. Saxa might know my “weird characteristic” of mine, then except the stern windows office, everywhere in the company are available some weird angle. Mandy often chooses to autism on the sofa that has beach sand covered on the ground. The sand was brought from Long Hai beach once we excited to decorate. Bu always sits at the wooden table that pasted the funny letters in the studio, for writing, though I heard she grumble about the yellow beam bulb right there is “"peasant style".

For me, I often go to the second floor’s balcony, far away from the air condition, looking at the trees in the stress and thinking about work. But I didn’t think more about it yet. Actually I have …6-word thought “God, I want to give up”

“Huhuhu… I don’t want to ride anymore!” – The sound of crying baby interrupts my thoughts. I curiously looked down, and knew that there are 2 person, a little boy and his dad, were learning to ride a bicycle around the park. The boy was about 7 years old. After a while struggling with the bike, he cried out loud and required to give up. I saw his dad made a straight face “Don’t give up! Do you want to ride a bike to go out with your friends by yourself?” Two sides negotiated back and forth for a while, the boy finally agreed to keep learning, he still ran and while pressed his lips, took the handlebars and dropped his legs in panic.

His dad also sweated running with him, one hand hold the bike, kept saying: “Keep running! Don’t stop! Keep running and you can do it! That’s right! Keep running!” The kid pressed his lips and screamed “I’m afraid of falling, huhu” It looked so funny that I laughed.

After laughing, I startled. Perhaps without my observation, I could know that he will know riding bicycle, because everybody can ride a bike, though when we learned to ride when we were a kid, we also cried like died. But now, when I got this project from boss, I was also “crying like died”. This was a  job that I’d never done, a kind of thinking I’d never thought. I scared and wanted to give up many times. But why didn’t I look so far? Everybody started with zero number. If you do the new work, it’s surely hard, but when you did it, you can do it.

Sometimes, to get the new things that I’d never gotten, I had to do the things that I’d never done before. There is one way to pass the fear that I’ve heard, it is “Keep running, don’t stop”. Because, if you keep running, the bike can stand and go, if I try my best, step by step, I can make my wheel go to the way that I dream about.

Never give up again, Sally!