Once upon a time there was a little boy. He played tennis and he liked it. Soon young sporting lady noted him and asked:
"You play good. How about to try yourself in profy line?"
Naive child consented. He lost in his first half year and after that he never took tennis racket in his hands again.
Some years later a youth took part in dog exams. Young woman-instructor came to him and asked:
"You and your dog were the best at these exams in whole group. Come tomorrow and take part in real dog competition."
And he and his dog came. They didn't find exact place or the needful organizers who would be aware that they had an invitation. They strolled for hours in the neighbor woods thinking about competition not.
Years lapsed. Young man studied computers. It interested him. But he was asked:
"You like it and seems to know it. Come on with us. You will have a fare share."
He came with them. He hadn't got his fare share.
Another years had gone. One guy drove a car. He wasn't a racer but ... He was told:
"Hey, your manner is a manner of a real profy. You ride good."
Next day he had heard:
"Get out of a stirring wheel. I wish you would drive far worse - you would be far careful and not so rush in that case".
Young fellow liked girls. He paid attention to them, he fancied.
In these times a young lady said to him:
"But why? You can have very and very decent wife right now."
It was the end.
Later a man in his thirties liked to write. He was glad to muse that he did it not altogether ultimately bad.
That moment young lady comes and says:
"Damn it, but you can be a profy. Let do it!"
Should I say it was the last moment when he still was really capable at anything?