I was in a panic one night after the first few days of exams where I knew I had failed (I'd done all the classic mistakes, answered the wrong number of questions, didn't finish etc). My mother piled on the pressure by reminding me how important getting good results was - I was sobbing and tearful. My Dad said the best thing anyone has ever said to me. He said it doesn't matter. I love you no matter what. That whatever happened, whatever work I ended up doing, I would find something, I would be ok I would have a happy life. That if necessary and if I wanted, I could go back to study later in life (night school, open university)
He was from a poor area and the limited education he had was interrupted by wwII, he was ashamed of his writing skills, he worked in a factory. He had done some occupational related studies at the local tech and read anything he could get hold of from the library. He was a happy man and proud of his family. His love for us was unconditional.
It calmed me down. It stopped the panic.