When I look back on my 30 years on this earth, it has been one heck of an adventure. I have made more mistakes than I care to remember, but I have also enjoyed enumerable successes.
For the most part, the mistakes have been of my own making, while the successes that I have experienced have always been in part my own doing, but there has always been someone in the background who is at least partly responsible for who I have become.
Advice is a double-edged sword. Everyone is willing to give it, but few are willing to actually accept it, and even when it is accepted, there is such a thing as bad advice, which can lead to disastrous consequences. For my part, I have learned who I am willing to accept advice from.
Learning who to accept advice from has been a long and painful process. And if there is one thing that I have learned throughout the journey, it is that a person needs to earn the right to give you advice, don't just assume that someone has your best interests in mind.
With that being said, there have been a few times where I have received advice that has had a massive impact on the positive direction of my life, but there is one instance that stands out from all the rest, which I will never forget.