We went to buy some household stuff from the shopping center on Oct.12th.as a holiday. My wife was told by the cashier that her husband is very kind because he came to shop with her and helped her to carry the stuff when I was not there as I went to the parking area. She denied I am never kind and I only came with her because she couldn't drive. But the cashier praised me repeatedly as the reflection of a husband. When I heard the story I became happy though I was not realy kind husband. When we came home I cut some dangerous branches of rose without her command. And also I changed the old ventilator willingly. I believe men become weak when they are praised. In contrast, my piano teacher never praise me. I was corrected many times at my lesson tonight even though I had trained very hard . I am vever happy. I thought to discontinue her lesson.