A joke about a young mother taking care of her son.

Fatal suspicion

Li Yu

A senior three boy committed suicide. He jumped from the fifth floor dormitory window. The reason turned out to be his mother's suspicion.

When the boy was 4 years old, his father was killed in a car accident. He lives with his mother, and they have always had a good relationship. In the winter of the boy's third year of high school, the school suddenly asked all senior three students to live on campus. The mother sent the quilt and some daily necessities to school, and arranged everything for her son in the dormitory before leaving.

When she got home, she found her bag missing. I hurried over and asked my son if he had seen her bag. If he does, she will go back and get it. The son said in the room that his mother left her bag on his dormitory bed before she left. He also said that it was very cold, and he just had no class in the afternoon, so he gave the bag to his mother.

The mother and son then made an appointment to have dinner together in a restaurant. In the cold wind, my son arrived at the hotel lobby, his face flushed with cold. The mother took the bag, leaned down and carried her son in, opened the bag, looked at the card in the bag, then took out the money and counted as she walked.

The son suddenly stopped and said to his mother stiffly, "Mom, I just remembered that I have self-study at night. I have to go back, or I'll be late. " Say that finish turned and disappeared in the wind.

At midnight, the mother received a phone call from the headmaster of her son's school. When she got to school, what she saw was her son's cold body. The son's roommate said, "He has been very strange and restless since he came back from the outside. After dinner, he finished his diary and went to bed early. " But just as everyone was about to fall asleep, he suddenly got up and opened the window. Someone saw him climb the windowsill and hurried to drag it, but it was still a step late. "

The teachers found the boy's diary and wanted to know why he committed suicide. On the last page of the diary before the boy committed suicide, he wrote: "Mom actually looked at the card inside after I delivered the bag and counted the money inside. She doesn't believe me! The person who loves me the most in the world and my mother who loves me the most don't believe me! I really don't know what it means to live in this world! "

The story doesn't end here. When the boy's mother knew the ins and outs of the incident, she cried her eyes out, so that she finally cried herself blind and went insane. She said to everyone, "I really regret that I killed my son ..."

I don't mean to comment on the boy's suicide, but what I want to say is the thinking and warning brought by the boy's suicide. A boy's mother's actions, perhaps unintentionally, even unintentionally hurt his son's fragile mind, leading to the collapse of his fragile inner world-the people who love him the most in the world, the people who love him the most doubt him, and he "doesn't know what's the point of living in this world"!

I am always "not worried about speculating people with the worst malice". I'd rather believe that the boy's mother's actions of looking at cards and counting money are not out of doubt for her son, but she may never have thought that her careless actions gave her son a wrong hint, thus taking away his young and lively life.

In life, we have too many casual and unconscious habits, but for those who love us deeply or deeply, a seemingly unintentional move may make their inner love world collapse silently and fragmented.

A taxi driver returned the wallet lost in the car to the owner. There is 50 thousand cash in the bag, and many people say he is stupid. When the owner got off the bus, he didn't ask for a ticket. Naturally, he doesn't know his license plate. He may have hidden the money. However, he delayed his departure for several days, posted job advertisements in newspapers, TV stations and radio stations, and finally handed over his wallet to the owner.

The shopkeeper opened his wallet and counted the money three times. "He just counted it three times in front of everyone," said the driver. "Counting once is enough. He not only counted it three times, but also took out some money to take pictures in the sun. I was embarrassed then. Can I take some money or change some counterfeit money? In that case, why should I retire? " At that moment, the driver's heart was really cold. He thinks he is really stupid.

Counting the recovered money three times may be just a subconscious action and a habit for the owner; For those who pick up money, it may be emotional harm. We live in great and small details. Because of habit, we often ignore the feelings of details to others. Every detail has profound meaning and direction, and there is a logic behind every action. The damage of details is like a soft knife, cutting the warmth between people bit by bit until the heart is cold, the good things fade and the virtues are hidden.

The mother's behavior of counting money directly led to her son's suicide. Although the owner's behavior of counting money is not fatal, the consequences may be more serious-the driver may not have to spend so much effort to return it to the owner after finding the wallet. People who know his experience-his family, friends, especially colleagues-will look for the owner if they find his wallet in the future and think of his experience? -I doubt it.

There are also two stories that are fatal because of doubt, but both of them happen to animals.

An American couple sent their short-tailed Sha Pigou to a friend's house for foster care because they were going on vacation. Three days later, their dog died. My friend is sorry to say that he found it dead at a weekend party at home. There was no warning before, and he didn't know why it died suddenly.

The couple found the pet, but they didn't find the cause of death of the dog-no trauma, no internal injuries, and no clues or signs. Under the introduction of the pet, they found a zoologist to solve the mystery: "This short-tailed Sha Pigou only recognizes its owner once in its life, and it suspects everything except its owner. Sent to a friend's house, it doesn't eat or drink every day, and it is nervous and tired. And there must be a lot of people at your friend's weekend party, which obviously means countless unpredictable dangers for him who doubts everything, so he is scared to death by his own doubts. "

Rabbits have strong reproductive ability, but the number of one kind of desert rabbits is decreasing-their high reproductive rate cannot resist high mortality, and the cause of their death is even doubtful.

This kind of desert rabbit always suspects that animals will come in and eat themselves from the tunnels in their caves, so they keep digging tunnels next to the caves, which can reach 8 ~ 10 at most. There is a great temperature difference between day and night in the desert. At night, the cold wind poured in from these tunnels, which would freeze their blood into ice and die. Therefore, hunters in the desert want to kill this kind of desert rabbit, and they don't need to shoot at all. They just need to walk around the cave of the desert rabbit during the day, and the desert rabbit will dig its own grave.

Animals are like this, so are we humans? We often doubt ourselves and others consciously or unconsciously. Doubting yourself is a sign of lack of self-confidence, while doubting others is often due to lack of trust. Not knowing this kind of doubt often leads to unexpected consequences: self-doubt leads to our inner frustration and always lives in the shadow of failure; Suspicion of others makes us feel insecure and always lives in the danger we imagine.