A short story with philosophical humor

A lady invited a painter to paint the walls of her house.

As soon as the painter entered the door, he saw that her husband was blind, and he immediately showed compassion. But the master has always been cheerful and optimistic, so the painter worked there for a few days and the two chatted very speculatively; The painter never mentioned the shortcomings of the host.

After the work was finished, the painter took out the bill, and the lady found a big discount from the negotiated price.

She asked the painter, "Why do you count so little?"

The painter replied, "I feel very happy with your husband." His attitude towards life makes me feel that my situation is not the worst. " Therefore, the subtracted part is a little grateful to him, because he told me not to take my work too seriously! "

The painter's admiration for her husband made her cry, because the generous painter had only one hand.

Attitude is like a magnet. Whether our thoughts are positive or negative, we are attracted by them. And thoughts, like wheels, let us move in a specific direction. Although we cannot change our life, we can change our outlook on life. Although we can't change the environment, we can change our mood. We can't adjust the environment to fully adapt to our own life, but we can adjust our attitude to adapt to all the environments.

After all, your life is not entirely determined by what happens in your life; It is determined by your own attitude towards life and your mind's attitude towards things.

2. The feelings of others

This happened in ClubMed Resort in Phuket, where I worked as an English translator and public relations.

One day, in the hall, I suddenly saw a Japanese staff member with a full face of apologies comforting a western child of about four years old. The frightened child was exhausted from crying.

I didn't know until I asked the reason. Because there were many children that day, the Japanese staff neglected for a moment and left the Australian children in the tennis court after the children finished tennis class.

When she found the wrong number, she ran to the tennis court and brought the child back. The child was scared to cry because he was alone in a remote tennis court.

Now the Australian mother appeared, watching her child cry in pain.

What would you do if you were a mother? Give the staff a scolding? Or take the children away in a rage and never join the "children's club" again? Or protest directly to the supervisor?

Neither! I saw my mother with my own eyes, squatted down to comfort my four-year-old child and told him rationally, "It's all right. Japanese girls are very nervous and sad because they can't find him. She didn't mean to. Now you must kiss your Japanese sister on the cheek and comfort her! "

I only saw a four-year-old child in front of me, raising her heels, kissing the cheek of the Japanese staff squatting beside her, and gently telling her: "Don't be afraid, it's okay!" "

When you feel sad and afraid, don't forget the feelings of others; When you help your friends, don't forget not to hurt others.

3. Five balls in life

At the graduation ceremony of a university a few years ago, Brian Dyson, president of Coca-Cola, said something about the relationship between work and other things in life.

Imagine life as a game. You must catch five balls at once. These five balls are work, family, health, friends and spiritual life, and you must never let any ball fall.

You will soon find that work is a rubber ball. If it falls, it will bounce back, while the other four balls: family, health, friends and spiritual life are made of glass. If you let any of these four balls fall, they will be worn, damaged or even shattered. Once they fall, they will not be the same as before.

You must know and try to strike a balance in your life, but how to do it?

Don't feel that you want to compare with others, which will only reduce your original value. Because everyone is unique, because everyone is special. What others think is important is not your goal. Only you know what suits you best.

Don't take people, things and things close to your heart for granted. You must regard them as your life. Without them, life would be meaningless.

Don't let your life always pass by in your obsession with the past and hope for the future. If you live every moment, you will live every day of your life.

Don't give up when you can still give. As long as you don't give up, there is the possibility of infinite extension.

Don't be afraid to admit that you are not perfect. Because of this, we can be tightly tied together by this fragile filament.

Don't be afraid of danger. Because of this, we can learn to be brave through these opportunities.

Don't say that true love is hard to find, and exclude love from life. The quickest way to find love is to spread your love; The quickest way to lose love is to hold on to your love; The b way to keep love is to set it free.

Don't live in a hurry, it will make you forget where you have been and where you are going.

Don't forget that spiritual harmony comes from gratitude.

Don't be afraid to learn, knowledge is weightless, and you can always walk with it easily.

Don't idle away your time and don't talk nonsense. Time and language are both, once invested, you can never get it back.

Life is not a game, but a journey step by step. Yesterday is history, tomorrow is unknown, and today is a gift from heaven: that is why we call it now.

4. My talent is 18 years old.

When I was traveling in Xinjiang, my roommate was a Japanese woman who looked fifty or sixty years old.

She introduced herself as Yoko and took the Silk Road alone. Judging from her tanned complexion, she should have traveled the Silk Road for a long time. Sure enough, she said that she had traveled by bus and truck for more than three months. But the surprising thing is yet to come. She said, "In order to take this Silk Road alone, I first went to Shenyang to study Chinese for a year, then took a train from Shenyang to Beijing, and Beijing took a train to Urumqi, Xinjiang."

At her age, it's too ... It's very painful for her to travel like this in A Xin, isn't it? In the face of my surprise, she replied indifferently, "How can this be considered hardship? Taking the Silk Road has been my dream since I was young. I am enjoying the joy of realizing my dream step by step! "

Later, in the Kazak ranch in Tianshan Mountain, I met an old American gentleman with white hair, who looked like Santa Claus on the card. He only said thank you in Mandarin. how much is it? You are so beautiful, and you are traveling alone. Someone asked him about your salary? He jokingly asked, "Are you asking about my hair or my heart? If you are asking about the heart, I am only eighteen years old. " He said that he was blown to Xinjiang by a typhoon in Taiwan Province province.

At the airport in Qinghai, I also met an Australian doctor in his 70s, who could only say thank you in Mandarin and was as old as a hunchback shrimp. He came to Qinghai alone just to see the legendary Qinghai Lake, which is as beautiful as sapphire.

Later, I learned from the newspaper that 34 French old people, with an average age of 63, drove 17 RV, set out from France, crossed Eurasia 10 countries, entered Xinjiang, and started the feat of traveling around China on the Silk Road for 90 days. A 78-year-old man got into the car with his bare hands and repaired it. A young China man asked him, "You are so old, you should stay at home and enjoy yourself. Why do you suffer so much? " He replied happily: "I am now enjoying the happiness of' thinking' when I was eighteen!"

A person can only have the "real" 18 years old once in his life, but the mind of 18 years old can be kept forever. I hope everyone can be eighteen every day and eighteen every year like these old people.

5. Motherly love

In the Armenian earthquake, in Yerevan, the capital, a mother and daughter who were buried under roof tiles for 8 days were miraculously rescued. The three-year-old girl can survive for eight days without food and drinking water, wet and cold, because she hides in her mother's arms, and-mother pricks her finger and lets her child suck her own blood and absorb nutrition to remain immortal.

After reading this news, my eyes are wet! I remembered the picture of a mother and daughter hugging each other. The weak child who closed her eyes and kept sucking her mother's bloody fingers, and the great mother who protected her child with all her life, hope and warmth.

This reminds me of a report I read many years ago:

Archaeologists found a seemingly hollow rock stratum in the ancient city of Pompeii buried by volcanic magma, dug a hole, filled it with gypsum, and dug it out after solidification, showing a plaster statue of a mother leaning over her child.

So 1900 years ago, Pompeii, the disaster arrival, appeared in front of my eyes, and the people who could not escape were swallowed up by the hidden rolling magma in an instant. Seeing that there was no way out, a mother bent down and hugged her youngest son with her back, head and limbs, resisting the hot magma.

So the mother and son solidified, solidified between igneous rocks.

What is a plaster model? It is a kind of solidified, great and eternal maternal love, which makes people mourn after thousands of years.

God's greatest creation is not everything, not the universe, but love! I am so illogical that I even insist that God created love before creating everything, and the noblest of that kind of love is maternal love.

I will never forget what I saw when I was waiting for the baby girl to be born at Mount Sinai Hospital in new york. Unlike China, the newborn baby was immediately pushed into the nursery, but just after the umbilical cord was cut, it was handed over to the mother, who held her chest for several hours.

When those women were screaming and struggling, they finally gave birth to their children. They thought they would be sent out exhausted. I'm sorry, when they were pushed in front of me with the baby in their arms, their faces were a little less bloody, but they were radiant with a special brilliance.

Well done! A warm and noble light, from their faces with tears, actually radiated. That's my half-life for a little life! Look at them hugging the child tightly. Although they are not women, I can detect their inner feelings.

6. Don't let anyone steal your dreams.

In the composition class of an American elementary school, the teacher gave the children a composition entitled "My Volunteer".

A child likes this topic very much and writes down his dreams quickly in a notebook. He hopes to own a manor covering an area of more than ten hectares in the future and plant lush green on the magnificent land. There are countless cabins, barbecue areas and a leisure hotel in the manor. Besides living there, you can also share your manor with tourists and have a rest place.

The written composition was finished by the teacher. The child drew a big red "X" in the notebook and sent it back to his hand. The teacher asked him to rewrite it.

The children carefully read what they wrote, and when there were no mistakes, they asked the teacher with their composition books.

The teacher told him:

"I want you to write down your wishes, not these fantastic dreams. I want practical wishes, not empty fantasies, you know? "

The children argued, "But, teacher, this is really my dream!" " "

The teacher also insisted, "No, that's impossible. It's just a bunch of fantasies. I want you to rewrite it. "

The children refused to compromise: "I know very well that this is what I really want, and I don't want to change the content of my dream."

The teacher shook his head: "if you don't rewrite it, I won't let you pass." You have to think clearly. "

The children shook their heads and refused to rewrite the composition, and got a big "E".

Thirty years later, the teacher took a group of primary school students to travel to a scenic spot. While enjoying boundless green grass, comfortable accommodation and delicious barbecue, he saw a middle-aged man coming towards him, claiming to be his student.

The middle-aged man told his teacher that he was the student who failed the composition that year. Now, he owns this vast holiday manor and has truly realized his childhood dream.

The teacher looked at the owner of the manor and thought of his career as a teacher that he had never dreamed of for more than 30 years. He couldn't help but sigh:

"For thirty years, I don't know how many students' dreams have been changed with my grades. And you are the only one who has kept his dream and has not been changed by me. "

7. Advantages of others

When I was teaching at St. Mary's School in Morris, he was studying in Class One, Grade Three. Thirty-four students in our class get along well with me, but Mark makes me feel strange. His appearance looks clean and tidy, and his super-happy know life attitude makes him play pranks once or twice occasionally, which looks a bit likable.

Mark likes to talk all the time, and I have to remind him again and again that he must get the teacher's permission before he speaks; However, what really impressed me was that every time I corrected him, he would answer me sincerely: "Sister, thank you for correcting me!" " "I really didn't know how to deal with this situation at first, but it didn't take long for me to get used to hearing this answer several times a day.

One morning, when Mark kept talking again, I gradually lost my patience. Then, as an intern teacher, I made a wrong decision. I stared at Mark and said to him, "If you say one more word, I'll tape your mouth."

In less than ten seconds, Chuck blurted out a sentence: "Teacher, Mark is talking again." Actually, I didn't ask other students in my class to watch Mark for me, but since I have announced that I will make a punishment in front of the whole class, I must put it into practice.

It seems that it just happened this morning, and I still remember the scene that morning very clearly. I went to the desk, deliberately opened the drawer with exaggerated movements and took out a roll of tape; Without saying anything, I walked slowly to Mark's seat, tore off two pieces of tape and put a big X on Mark's mouth. Then I went back to the podium.

Then I turned around to see what Mark was doing. As a result, I found him winking at me. He was winking at me and I started laughing. When I walked slowly back to Mark's seat, the whole class looked very excited. I tore off the tape from Mark's mouth and shrugged. As soon as he opened his mouth, he said, "Sister, thank you for correcting me!"

At the end of that year, I was asked to teach junior high school mathematics. Year after year passed, and unconsciously, Mark came to my class again.

Compared with before, he looks more handsome now. He is as polite as before. Because in the math class of the new textbook, he has to listen to my class very attentively, so he doesn't like talking as much as he did in grade three.

One Friday, everything seemed wrong; Our math class has been entangled in a new math concept for nearly a week. I can feel that the students are very tired, disappointed with themselves and even a little angry with each other. I think I must improve my class's bad temper before the situation gets out of control, so I asked them to write the names of the class (except their own) on two pieces of paper, leaving a little space between each name, and then I asked them to think of some advantages of others and write them in the blanks between the names.

We use other students in the class to finish the work together. When the students left the classroom, they gave me two pieces of paper. Mark said to me, "Sister, thank you for your teaching. Have a nice weekend! " "

That Saturday, I wrote each student's name on a piece of paper, and then I recorded the advantages of each student on their own paper. On Monday, I sent them the advantages listed. Before long, the whole class laughed happily, and I heard some of them whisper, "Really?" "I never knew people would notice this?" "I didn't know people liked me so much."

No one ever mentioned that paper in class again, and I don't know whether they discussed it with their classmates after class or took it home to study with their parents, but that's not the point. The students are full of confidence in themselves and get along well.

Time passes slowly. Several years later, when I came back from vacation, my parents met me at the airport. When we were driving home together, my mother asked me something about this trip, such as the weather, some special experiences and so on, which are all very common questions. In this simple conversation, I feel a sense of silence. Then my mother turned to look at my father and said, "Dad!" My father cleared his throat as if he were announcing something important, and then he began to say, "Mark's house called last night. "

"Really?" I said, "I haven't heard from him in recent years. I wonder how Mark has been recently? " Father said quietly, "Mark was killed in Vietnam, and tomorrow is the funeral. His parents will be very happy if you attend. "

Until now, I can clearly point out the place where my father told me the news-the house number I-494. This is the first time I saw a soldier lying quietly in a military coffin. Mark looks handsome and mature. At that moment, the only thought in my mind was: Mark, if you can get up and talk to me, I would like to throw away all the tapes in the world.

The church was crowded with Mark's friends, and Chuck's sister sang "Hymn of the Democratic War". I thought, "Why does it have to rain on the day of the funeral? It is difficult enough to walk near the cemetery. " The priest made some routine prayers, the band played some routine funeral music, and Emma's friends went to Mark's coffin one by one for the last time and sprinkled holy water on it.

I was the last person to bless the dead. While I was standing there, a soldier who had just carried the coffin came up to me and asked me, "Are you Mark's math teacher?" I stared at the coffin and nodded. He continued: "Mark has said a lot about you!" " "

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went to Chuck's farm for lunch. Mark's parents are also there. Obviously, they are waiting for me. "We have something to show you." His father said. He took a wallet out of his pocket and said, "When Mark died, they found this. We thought you might recognize it. "

He opened the wrapping paper carefully and took out two broken notebooks. Obviously, these two pieces of paper were sealed with tape before and have been folded many times. I don't need to read it, but I know that I gave those pieces of paper to Mark at the beginning, which listed the praises of my classmates. "Thank you for doing this for him," said his mother. "Mark cherishes what you see." Mark's classmates began to gather around us. Charlie smiled shyly and said, "I still have this paper." I put it in the first drawer of my desk. " Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put this in our wedding anniversary book." "I still have it," Marin continued. "I wrote it down in my diary." Then Vicky reached out and took out her notebook, and then took out the crumpled paper from her wallet. Without blinking an eye, she said, "I always carry this paper with me." I think everyone should keep their own! " "

Finally I sat down and cried, I cried, I cried for Mark, and I cried for never seeing his friends again.

Author: Sister Helen Moseler