Why is fate so different? Can I change it?

I can see that you are a very responsible, caring and filial person, and I admire you with joy.

Every family has a difficult experience, but everyone faces a different mentality;

Of course, in the eyes of outsiders, you are optimistic and strong, so you leave the pain to yourself and the happiness and strength to your family. Come to this place and tell us that you are a good man!

Don't put too much pressure on yourself, and there is no need to make all kinds of unpleasant assumptions, such as "my poor father will get angry sooner or later", which doesn't help, but only adds to the trouble;

If it's convenient for you, I'll give you two videos. You can search "Shanxi small courtyard" and "sage education changes fate"

See how people here solve their family's incurable diseases, incurable diseases and mental diseases in various ways.

Maybe you think I'm just talking empty talk. My father died of cancer at the age of 6, my mother remarried with her younger brother and sister at the age of 8, and my grandmother died in a car accident at the age of 9. When I was 1 16, I sold myself to a family where my son drowned. 16 began to wander, study and work. Life is like this, but it is all wealth. The key is to see if we can.

Share with you an article written a few years ago.

I accidentally opened the text two years ago tonight, and everything is like a passing cloud, like a bubble in a dream. I should be grateful for all the "happiness" and "misfortune" that the world has given me, but today I understand that "prosperity is not greedy, adversity is not resentful", and everything is different and indifferent. Record it yourself. Don't make any changes here.

After my father died of cancer, our originally happy and warm family began to struggle for a living until it finally fell apart. If I didn't understand the meaning of death when I was the only one who sent my father up the mountain to watch his dead relatives, then I couldn't see my mother and my brother and sister when I woke up in the morning when my mother married my brother and sister who were only 5 and 3 years old, but I understood the bitterness of dear parting for the first time, and understood that parting was that they couldn't be frequent visitors in my life in the years to come; It means the establishment of the role of passers-by, even the closest person to you, the warmest element in your childhood memory.

Two years later, my grandmother who lived alone died in a car accident. On a dark night, I stayed alone in the old room where my family used to live warmly and slept in a barn with rice. The white moonlight shines obliquely on the old bed full of sundries but not used for a long time through the skylight and the snow-white spider web. In the past, there were no clean mosquito nets and bedding, and behind the empty bedspread was a black wall. There is a cool breeze in the high-open window, and there is no sound in the silent night. The world is so cold and blank. I lie under the quilt that my father once covered, because I haven't changed it for a long time, and now it smells a little moldy. A mouse crept onto the quilt. When I realized it, my heart tightened, I kicked it reflexively, and the mouse ran away with a sigh. In fact, I'm not afraid, because I always thought that rats wouldn't bully unattended children. Once you think so, a sense of sadness comes to mind. For the first time, I deeply realized the desolation of people going to the building.

Because of all kinds of difficulties and grievances in my life, I decided to leave the place where I was born and raised. My father has four or five brothers and sisters, but their poverty and disharmony not only didn't help me, but became an obstacle for me to leave that place. Until today, I don't blame them. Although I don't understand why their brothers and sisters are always unhappy like enemies, I can understand that poverty makes them afraid to do something for a child like me. At that time, my mother usually came back to see me once or twice a year, and I understood her difficulties and pains. Once my mother came back to see me, and I was going to go with her, because she said that a kind-hearted person who sympathized with our situation wanted to adopt me. I secretly followed my mother at a distance, but I was finally recovered. They won't let me go. Because according to rural customs, if I leave my father's incense, it will be broken. They can't watch their brother leave such a tragic ending after his death, and they can't let the villagers say their inaction. They say I am unproductive and have no ambition. Later, the school teacher publicly criticized my behavior without ambition in class. Even if I am strong, I am afraid of loneliness, being bullied by others, and I can't stand the ridicule and teasing of others. I am afraid of smelling the pain of having no place to eat, I am afraid of feeling hungry, and I am even more afraid of being chased by others because of hunger. ...

In the summer vacation when I was 1 1, I went to my mother's house and stayed there for a few days. Seeing my poor appearance, the old people in the neighborhood found out the old clothes that the children didn't wear and sent them to their mother's house. When my mother's husband came back from work and saw those clothes, he thought I would live in this house forever, so he angrily threw some old clothes outside the door and rolled them into the creek ditch. My mother couldn't stand this kind of pain and injustice any longer. She cried and explained to her husband that it was my fault to see her pain and helplessness, and there was nothing I could do. It was really unbearable. So I took my mother's hand and said happily and safely, "Mom, don't cry, I will go back tomorrow!" " "I deeply understand my husband's situation. The last wife gave birth to three children with him, but finally eloped with a man from other places, taking away not only all his family savings and valuables, but also their only son. After he marries his mother, he will raise my brother and sister in addition to his two daughters. My mother is thin and uneducated. Besides housework and some farm work, she can't give more subsidies to this big family. She really worked hard for 365 days and couldn't support so many people. Besides, it's not fair for him to raise me again.

After coming out of my mother's house, I spent the night with my relatives in the same village, and the next day I went to town to find my father's half-uncle. Although he and his father are half-brothers, they have no feelings. He went there to be a son-in-law. So I lived in his house and started selling popsicles along the street. I carried an empty paint bucket, put some dry towels and went to the ice factory to sell popsicles along the street until my parents adopted me.

Now my parents' house and my mother's house are in the same village, so I still have to meet every three days. I have never called my mother's husband and uncle by such names. After I was adopted by my current parents, I was asked to call me by my first name. It was done at that time, and it has been done to this day. There's nothing wrong with him. He's nice. In fact, he treats my brother and sister equally. When my brother was young, I didn't know there was another brother in the world. Until I go to his house, he will play tricks on me with other children and call me a hillbilly. Looking at my naughty and unreasonable brother, I am very happy and gratified to know that his life is very good and his living environment is normal. At that time, my mother told my sister that this was my brother, and she remembered that I was that brother. I'd rather they don't remember everything before. I'd rather they never knew me or my brother, but I long for them to call me brother.

After being raised, I never went back to my previous home until I went to high school. The senior high school entrance examination was admitted to the provincial key high school, the best school in our county. I didn't have an account at that time either, because people in my hometown wouldn't let me go. Later, I had to open a new account. I still remember that grandma made up all the books at home before I went to primary school. I took it out in the third grade. At that time, I had known many commonly used words. There are five people in a family. My father wrote death on the first page, and my mother wrote the head of household, me, my sister and my brother on the second page. A few years before the agricultural tax was abolished, in order to avoid taxes, uncles cancelled their accounts as a whole, and all the once happy families became history.

Go home once a year after high school, take my sister, sometimes my mother, and only take my brother in recent years. He has no impression or memory of everything there. Every time he went back, someone said to him earnestly, "No matter what happened in the past, this will always be the place where you were born. You should come back and walk more when you have the opportunity. " Your father's grave is not finished yet. I hope you can come back and work hard! "When we are two brothers, I will tell him that you have no impression or feeling here. What you need to do is to live a good life and do your best to be filial to your father! "I'd rather you didn't know all the past events before you remembered." Forgetting is sometimes a shame, sometimes a wisdom, and sometimes a pragmatic attitude towards life. I hope they can all be happy, because they have forgotten.

My mother's husband is getting older every year and has been ill several times in recent years. Although he has been in charge of all the family finances because of some knots, his love and responsibility for my brother and sister is no less than that of any father. A few years ago, my brother opened a leather shoes shop, which cost him a lot of money. He has never traveled far in his life and went to Guangdong to help his brother with things. Two years ago, he married off both his daughters. Last year, he said that he would use his savings accumulated over the years to find a wife for his brother. Later, he didn't get married because there was no suitable one. So this year, some of these savings were used to renovate a two-story building built a few years ago. Now the couple are still planning and working hard for their younger brother's future. My sister is also married. She has two children. These two children are very close to their grandfather. ......

Listening to the news from different people that I have never received, I feel happy and grateful from the bottom of my heart Since I went home for the Spring Festival last year, as long as I bought something for my adoptive father, I must have his share. Some people say that he didn't support me and even kicked me out. Why are you so kind to him? Others say that I don't understand kindness: "How can he treat me as an adoptive parent?" In fact, I sincerely thank him for adopting my relatives when our mother and son were in the most difficult and helpless time, so that they had a home, a complete home and complete love. He has worked hard for so many years and created a beautiful family for my brother and sister. His dedication without regrets deserves my thanks. The happiness of brothers and sisters is also the happiness of my life. At least they don't have to live a life without food and clothing since childhood like me, and they won't become caring children. Their childhood is complete, and their love is complete, which is enough. As for their future destiny, it is their destiny. Everyone has his own role and responsibility in this world. As long as he can interpret his role and responsibility with his own practical actions, he is a respectable person and a person worth learning.

Life is full of contradictions, and there are contradictions in situations and thoughts. Contradictions, I know that the difficult environment needs more love and support; When in trouble, you need more understanding and support; When there is happiness, we need to share and pay more. Maybe we can't give too much material things, but it represents our feelings. Getting love and gratitude doesn't have to be limited to benefiting yourself. Expressing gratitude to the person you love is also a kind of love.

There will inevitably be many difficulties in life, so what does it matter? When my father was ill, he often stood alone on the mountain and drove the whole village. Sometimes he would cry silently when he saw the funeral procession on the opposite mountain. Maybe I'm sad not only because I don't have the money to buy longevity materials, but also because of the unknown fate of the whole family after I left, and because of the bleak future of my wife and children. Today, we all live a happy and prosperous life. Someone once told their children not to play with me, saying that when I grow up, I will be a dangerous person in society. But what does it matter? Today, I often use this sentence to encourage others and myself, and don't let others define their own destiny. Our struggle, our love and gratitude have overcome all the difficulties and misfortunes in the past and will certainly overcome all the challenges in the future, because love and gratitude make us stronger.

The tortuous experience, after the precipitation of time, plus a little love and gratitude, has become the most precious wealth in life; The emergence of difficulties after unremitting efforts, regardless of success or failure, plus a little toughness and self-confidence, has become the most brilliant quality in character. Every difficulty is the dawn of a turning point. On this quiet night, turn on the computer to write down the mood at the beginning of the year and encourage yourself to face the current problems and difficulties. I think I can do it. Come on!

This is an ugly year, day and night, Beijing, simple and happy.