My story was about how my attitude was formed as I met the man in the red sash. After about 4 times being directed to pick up and then drop my suitcase, I noticed that the man in the red sash had to bite his lip to keep from smiling (or laughing). At that point, I realized that he was just doing the kind of hazing to me that he had gone through. From then on, I had the attitude that if all those who had gone before me could do it, I could too.
