Stories about colleagues helping each other (2)

Story 3 of colleagues getting along and helping each other

Looking back on the past four years, every bit of it seems to be vivid in my mind. Whether I was sad or happy, moved or disappointed at the ** toll station, every bit of it is a precious memory that is treasured in my heart. I regard myself in the past four years as a tree. At the beginning, it was just a sapling. It had no branches, leaves, or buds, and could not block the wind or rain. As time goes by, the sapling absorbs nutrients, captures sunlight, and begins to grow leaves and sprout step by step. Among these sprouts, three are particularly eye-catching, they are: "Gratitude", "Change", and "Ideal".

The first thing I gain is "gratitude". ?The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring of water. Comrades from my work unit gave me endless care: when xx heard that I wanted to eat walnut buns, a specialty snack here but had no time to buy them, she bought them for me while she was out doing errands; when xx learned that I was sick with a cold, They sent me two boxes of medicine as soon as possible; when xx learned that I couldn’t buy a train ticket when I returned home during the Spring Festival, they rushed back and forth to help me buy a ticket; they are my colleagues, but they are like my relatives. They not only showed me care, but also moved me! For four years, I have never said "thank you" to them, but I kept this feeling in my heart and turned it into a "grateful" heart! I Use this "grateful" heart to be grateful to those who have helped me, to be grateful to those who have hurt me, to be grateful for everything!

To change yourself!? This is such a difficult thing. During these four years of working, I gradually changed myself. Whether it is visiting the elderly in nursing homes or donating books and school supplies to primary schools in mountainous areas. I slowly changed in the process of participating. I understand: People cannot live just for themselves. People must live for society and live to contribute more to others! People must have a sense of "social responsibility". Yes, I have a social responsibility on my shoulders. In the past, I had abandoned this sense of social responsibility. In this year of service, I found it again and bravely carried it on my shoulders! Changing myself and letting myself take on the responsibility of serving the society and helping others again may be my gain.

"Gratitude" and "change" are not my biggest gains. My biggest gains are "ideals". In the past four years, I know what I want to do and what I want to do in the future, and I have filled the gaps in my previous ideals. Four years of working life have made me truly feel that serving others is a happy thing, and I feel this happiness more and more deeply. ?Find your own sky in the service industry, and then work hard to use your abilities to help and serve others!? This is my ideal.

I didn’t change the person I originally wanted to change, but I changed myself, so I gained a change; every care you gave me was a touch, so I gained a touch. ?;Giving wings to my ideals makes me no longer confused and hesitant, so I gain "ideals". I want to say: I will not change my beliefs because of the boring life at the toll station. On the contrary, will I contribute to such a service industry?

Story 4 of colleagues getting along and helping each other

I have been working for 20 years and have countless colleagues. As the saying goes, a camp made of iron and soldiers made of flowing water. Between welcoming the new and seeing off the old, there are joys and tears, but more are left with good memories. Here I will share with you the happy stories between me and several colleagues in the same dormitory when I first joined the company.

I was admitted to the company in 1995. Our company divides employees into two categories. One category is employees. The factory sign is a horizontal sign. Most of them are line workers, handymen and the like. There are 10 people in the dormitory. There are dormitories for 3 to 6 people per room. I was arranged by the Ministry of Recreation and Sports at that time to live in staff room 512 in Building D. There were five people living in this dormitory including me. Except for me from Huangshi, Hubei, the other four people were from Kunming, Yunnan, Guiyang, Guizhou, and Jiangxi. Poyang, Guangzhou, Guangdong. It can be said that he comes from all over the world.

Let’s first talk about Jiang Chaoyuan from Kunming, Yunnan. He wears a pair of thick glasses and has fair skin. He often has "?", "hu", "and" in his speech, and also appears in his poems and songs. Being able to blurt out his words has the air of a Confucian scholar in Chuncheng. Jiang Chaoyuan graduated from the Mechanical Department of East China Agricultural College and worked in the QA department of the company at that time.

The most amusing person is pistachio Li Chuanhong from Guiyang, Guizhou. Because he lives in an upper bunk, he often laughs and says that the factory should give him a subsidy. Because going up and down many times a day consumes a lot of his energy. He often exaggerates that he eats several bowls more than others at every meal. Without subsidies, he will go bankrupt. It is also often said that if you accidentally fall from the bed to the ground, you will not fall half to death, but you will also be thrown all over the floor and find teeth. So everyone affectionately called him "Mandi Xianya".

?Looking for teeth all over the place?, 28 years old at the time, worked in the company's nine-seater automatic machine maintenance, and had a good wife at home. She often took out photos of her one-and-a-half-year-old son and kissed her endlessly. Li Chuanhong majored in computer hardware management. After graduation, he was assigned to the Guiyang Measuring Tool Factory. Later, he ran away angrily due to dissatisfaction with his old boss who was seeking fame and reputation and came to the Shenzhen Special Economic Zone.

After all, I am studying microcomputer. It was in 1995. He let me know what GPS (Global positioning system) is. And when I talk about GPS, I get excited, enjoy it, and have a bright future. Li Chuanhong is indeed a master.

An old friend from Jiangxi is Mr. Wang Zisong from Poyang. He is a respectable idealist. After graduating from college, he was assigned to teach English in a middle school in his hometown county. He taught for three years. No matter how poor he was, he couldn’t afford education, and no matter how hard it was, he couldn’t suffer the children. For this idea, one day he had the idea of ??doing something for the children in his hometown village. With this idea in mind, he resolutely gave up the comfortable teaching environment in the county town and came to the remote mountain village where he was born and raised. He raised funds everywhere to set up a simple primary school. However, due to insufficient funds, the primary school was unable to survive in less than a year. As a result, this "Phoenix Qin"-like mountain village primary school that he devoted countless efforts to finally closed.

For dreams and persistent pursuit, Wang Zisong painfully bid farewell to the lovely students he taught and came to Shenzhen, vowing to work hard, earn enough money, and look forward to a comeback. Fulfill your dream of a mountain village primary school.

The last person I want to introduce to you in the dormitory is a thin and dark colleague from Guangzhou. After so many years, I really can’t remember his name. He works as the MD of the company. Every day he He came back very late after working overtime, so we jokingly called him "Night Walker".

It is a rare fate for five people to live in the same room. We cherish each other, we encourage each other, we sometimes go out to play together, and sometimes we go to the company playground to play ball together. There are too many happy stories during this period. Here I will single out one of the most thrilling ones to introduce to you.

It was a Sunday not long after I joined the company. It was a rare day for all employees in the company to take a break. It rained heavily during the day, and at night it was windy and rainy, with thunder and strong winds. The typhoon in Guangdong gave me, a nine-headed bird in Hubei, a lot of experience. Not only was it windy and rainy, but the air was also filled with screams of "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh". The trees on both sides of the street were blown to and fro, and the factory was blown to pieces. A section of the wall inside was also blown down, which caused great panic.

It’s almost 11 o’clock at night. Even the “night walkers” from Guangzhou have returned from their night walks, but Jiang Chaoyuan from Kunming, Yunnan has not yet come back. The four of us in the same dormitory can’t sleep because we haven’t slept since we got up in the morning. , none of the four of us saw Jiang Chaoyuan all day long. Was this elegant gentleman knocked down by lightning? Or was he blown by a typhoon? It's heart-breaking. You have to go to work tomorrow. If you haven't come back so late, could something serious have happened? Everyone was thinking wildly and chatting. The more they thought about it, the more anxious they became, and the more anxious they became, the less they had any idea. Wang Zisong said to report it to the Health and Sports Department, and Li Chuanhong said He said we should split up and look around, and Night Walker said if he could make a call and ask.

The suggestion from "Night Walker" is still good. You can get his information as quickly as possible by calling him, but in those days, it was not like every colleague in the company has a mobile phone. Not to mention mobile phones, even the public ones in the factory There are no telephones. To make a call, you have to leave the factory and go to a small store. And the phone fee is very expensive, only 1 yuan and 25 cents per minute.

The most troublesome thing is where to call. Although we usually get along day and night, no one has left any important emergency phone numbers. At this time of being at a loss, looking for teeth all over the floor, his brain is spinning. Come up with a good idea. He suggested opening Jiang Chaoyuan's cabinet to see if he could find a phone number or something. He said that the four of us were public servants and should supervise each other and not touch his personal belongings.

So the four of us opened Jiang Chaoyuan’s yellow-painted wardrobe. Fortunately, the little cabinet was not locked, and the drawers inside were not locked either. So we rummaged through it, but we couldn’t find anything. It took no effort at all. We actually found a small phone book and quickly searched to see if he had any friends or family in Shenzhen.

Several numbers from Shenzhen appeared in the phone book, including those of his relatives and classmates. We felt like we had found a treasure, so we hurried out of the dormitory and went to the small shop outside the factory in the heavy rain under our umbrellas. shop.

The first call Wang Zisong made was answered by his classmate, saying that Jiang Chaoyuan did not come to his place today, and everyone was a little disappointed.

I took the phone book and then called the second phone number. The other party answered the call was one of his relatives in Shenzhen Hospital. A middle-aged man’s voice answered that Jiang Chaoyuan had been here today. Here, but I had already gone back around eight o'clock in the evening. I should have arrived at the manhole by this time.

Finally there was news, and everyone’s anxious hearts calmed down for a while. But then I thought about it, maybe something happened to Jiang Chaoyuan on the road. It was almost 12 o'clock, how could he still not get to the factory? Anything can happen in a typhoon.

Everyone became anxious again, looking around and sizing up the pedestrians on the road.

My eyes are better. In the wind and rain, there is an elegant figure walking towards the east gate of the factory. Isn’t that the Jiang Chaoyuan we are looking for? Come on, when the four of us stood in front of him In front of him, Jiang Chaoyuan was stunned for a moment. After we explained the whole story, the boy could no longer be polite. A line of hot tears flowed down the rain. He couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain. While wiping his tears, he explained that there was a traffic jam on the road due to the typhoon.

"Please drink Coca-Cola", "Looking for teeth all over the floor" shouted. Jiang Chaoyuan took out 20 yuan in a cool and elegant manner and walked towards the shop. While drinking Coca-Cola, of course we couldn't forget to remind Jiang Chaoyuan to call his relatives in Shenzhen Hospital to say he was safe.