Selected stories and feelings of positive energy?

In life, many things are like this. In life, many things are like this. There is no reason and no reason. Love is love. Like is like. No results, no results, no regrets. The following is what I arranged for you, I hope it will help you!

Chapter one: looking for possibilities

Not long ago, I saw an old phonograph in a flea market. Someone asked the seller: "Can it still be used?"

"No," he said, "that's why it's so cheap."

"It's just a pile of rubbish." The buyer has already left.

"I don't think this is rubbish," I interjected. "I see the possibility." I bought it on the spot and threw it in the car to take home.

I've been looking for possibilities in myself for a long time. 16 years old, lost his right hand in a car accident. I struggled to finish high school, but because of financial difficulties, I couldn't realize my dream of college and had to start looking for a job.

I wandered the streets of Riverfield. The manager of an interior decoration material store glanced at my right hand and said, "You can't do the cashier's job." The contractor of a painting company told me that I couldn't stabilize the ladder with my hands. Similar experiences are repeated.

I am very disappointed. I swear, I must stand on my own feet with my wisdom and talent. Once I succeed, I will repay the kindness of the creator doubly. One day, while looking for a job, I saw a pigeon foraging on the sidewalk. Every time I get close to it, it jumps away. I followed it unconsciously, stopped and looked up, and found myself at the Indiana textbook distribution center in North Carolina. Get in the car! Look for new possibilities! I remind myself. So I went directly to the boss's office, Mr. Levi. I told him loudly, "Sir, I want to sell teaching materials here." If you can give me this opportunity, I think I will be the best employee here. "I have been looking into Mr. Levi's eyes, but I have been hiding my right sleeve in my pocket.

Mr. Li Wei may appreciate my other parts except my right hand. He took me to see Mr. Johnson and said, "teach Brandy everything you know." He said.

Mr. Johnson is a senior executive and a good man. Under his guidance, I quickly became familiar with the business. Teachers come here to buy textbooks, and I will quickly understand their needs and provide them with accurate information. I do extensive reading in my spare time, so that I can better answer the teacher's questions about these textbooks. When people saw that I could skillfully use my left hand, their worries about my disability eased.

One day, Mr. Li Wei called me to his office: "I want you to be in charge of the mail order department." He said.

This promotion is tempting, but I can't bear to think that it is taking my job from a man who is very kind to me-Mr. Johnson. There should be other possibilities here, right? "I appreciate your reuse," I began. "I can do so well because Mr. Johnson taught me by hand. He is a native, married and has two children to support. But I am a bachelor. If I have to lose someone, I think it should be me. "

"But where are you going to find a job?" He asked.

I took a deep breath and said confidently, "I can do a lot," I told him. "I will do some things, such as building walls and houses. I think there will be new possibilities. "

Mr. Levi looked at me thoughtfully. "I have some old houses that need repairing," he said. "Let's see what you can do."

I have done everything from building walls and houses to installing pipes. He was very satisfied with my work, so he gave me one house after another for maintenance. Soon, besides helping Mr. Li Wei, I also undertook some other old house maintenance work. Once, someone asked me to dismantle the 17 feeding shed, saying that I could keep the old wood of these houses. All wood can be reused. So I took out my savings, bought a piece of land and shipped the wood there. Every night, I go to pull the nails out of the wood one by one. Later, I built some houses there and rented them out.

My business is getting better and better. Busy every day until the last illness, the whole body unconsciously trembling. The doctor warned me that my nervous system must rest and relax, but I was still busy from morning till night, unable to stop, and tired all day.

One night, I visited a family that had just moved in and found that there was an old phonograph in his family. The hostess said, "You can have it if you want, but it's broken. You are too busy to fix it, aren't you? "

"Why not?" Suddenly, new possibilities filled my mind again. Since then, I have been busy repairing the old phonograph every night. I feel that I have a new inspiration, I can concentrate again, and the symptoms of shaking all over my body go with me. The pace of my life finally slowed down, and I found new possibilities.

I repaired the old phonograph and found another one, just like when I built the house. But this time, I don't urge myself to do what I like best at my own speed. I gradually collected 600 old phonographs, and at the same time began to collect other waste items: ancient iron, vacuum cleaners, mousetraps-have you ever seen a glass mousetrap? And old washing machines and washboards.

I use my old phonograph at home to play old records for my friends and tell them the origin of these phonographs. "When I first saw it," I said, pointing to the first old phonograph, "it looked completely separated. I was poor then." So I told them my story, how I found the possibility of change from the seemingly impossible things in life.

Later, my friend discussed holding an exhibition to show all my collections. This is the Brandy C. Jeffcott Museum in America now.

I like to go to the museum to talk to visitors and tell them how I found the possibility in the impossible. Then, I will put an old record on the old phonograph and play old songs-songs that they may never hear, if I don't look for and discover possibilities on these old phonographs.

Chapter Two: Angel's Knock on the Door

When I was a child, my grandmother often told me stories about angels. She said that angels would knock on our hearts and send us letters. "It's no use waiting for an angel to open the door for you," grandma said, "because your heart has only one bolt, and it's on your side. You must listen quietly. When the angel knocks at the door, pull down the latch and open the door at once. "

I like this story very much. I always ask my grandmother over and over again, "What will the angel do?" "Angels never say' hello'. You reached out and picked up the letter. The angel ordered' stand up and go forward'. Then the angel flew away, and all you have to do is act at once. "

I didn't go to college, but now I have a big company. There are two reasons for my success: first, I read at least six books a week, and I hear their voices in the books of those successful people; Second, whenever I hear an angel knocking at the door, I open my heart at once.

One day, however, the angel's knock on the door stopped. That day, my husband rented a forklift to deliver forage to the horses at home. When my daughter Lily drove the forklift back to the car rental agency, she begged her father to give her a ride. Unfortunately, the car suddenly overturned while going downhill. Lily was pinned under the car and her left hand was seriously injured.

Let's get Lily to the plastic surgery hospital. The doctor operated on her many times, and every time she cut off a little of her left hand. My heart aches. Lily just started learning piano not long ago! And because I like writing, I always hope Lily can learn to type early.

During that time, I was not in the mood to read, and I didn't hear an angel knocking at the door. When we took Lily back to the hospital for the eighth plastic surgery, my mood was extremely low. Lily was pushed into the operating room and we went back to the ward to wait. At this time, I noticed that an unusual girl had a bad back bend. I asked her, "Who are you?" "My name is Donnie," she said with a smile. "I am studying in a middle school for the disabled, and this time the doctor wants to increase me by an inch. I have polio and have had many operations. " She has the courage and strength of a general. I can't help but blurt out, "But you are not disabled!" "

"Oh, you're right," she replied, looking at me. "At school, the teacher told me that as long as we can help others, we won't be disabled. If only you could meet our teacher who teaches typing. She was born without hands and feet, but with a small stick in her mouth. She taught us all to type and helped us all. "

"bang!" Suddenly, I heard a loud noise and hit my heart. It was an angel who sent a letter!

I immediately ran out of the ward and bought a fingerprint that I typed with one hand.

On the day I sent Lily back to school, I had a fingerprint in one hand and Lily's arm was still wrapped in a thick bandage. I discussed with the typing teacher whether I could teach Lily to type with one hand. The typing teacher said that although she had never taught one-handed typing before, she wanted to discuss it with Lily during lunch break. He said, "Let Lily and I learn to type with one hand."

Soon, Lily can finish her English homework by typing. Lily's English teacher is also a polio patient, and her right arm hangs feebly. One day, he criticized Lily: "Lily, your mother cares too much about you. Your right hand is good, you should finish your English homework by yourself. " "No, sir." Lily smiled and explained, "I have a fingerprint of IBM typing with one hand. My typing speed is 50 words per minute." When the English teacher heard the news, she sat in a chair in surprise. After a while, he said slowly, "It has always been my dream to be able to type." Lily said, "Come and see me during lunch break. I can teach you. "

On the day when I first gave my English teacher a typing lesson, Lily came home and said to me, "Mom, Donny is right. I am no longer disabled. I am helping others realize their dreams. "

Now, Lily has achieved great success, because she commands the mouse to fly around the screen with the only fingers and thumb roots left in her left hand.

Shh.-Listen! Did you hear the knock at the door? Open the latch, open the door of the soul! Remember, an angel never says "hello", but her greeting is always "stand up and go forward!" " "

Chapter Three: The Lion King in the Rabbit's Eyes

A group of poor rabbits were chased around by an eagle, and one of them panted into a cave and finally got back his life.

The rabbit hid in the hole and dared not come out. It was dark and he fell asleep in the cave. Besides, he had a dream that a kind lion became king. He is kind and gentle, as peaceful and just as a human being. He ordered the execution of all bad people who bullied small animals, such as cruel eagles, cunning foxes and unreasonable wolves ... He also assured small animals such as rabbits that no one would dare to endanger their lives again. Under his rule, all animals punish evil and promote good, and he will adjudicate all disputes among animals fairly so that all animals can live in harmony. Sometimes, he will gently touch the rabbit's soft ears. No, now this little rabbit's ear is gently stroked!

A burst of thunder woke the little rabbit. It turned out that a naughty squirrel was scratching his ears with its tail. The timid rabbit said to himself, "I wish I could live such a good life." At that time, the weak will not be afraid of being hurt by the strong, and we will not have to dream of avoiding the eagle in this dark and humid cave. "

Feeling: in a just country, everything is fair and reasonable, and the lives of the weak will be safe; However, this is often only the dream of the weak, and a truly beautiful life must rely on its own wisdom and strength.