Chapter 45 find a stairway to heaven

In the workplace, you may encounter some difficult people and some ridiculous things.Before that, you may feel that these people and things are completely unreasonable, and you may even feel aggrieved or aggrieved because of this.But often behind some people and some things, there is something we can't understand... At one point in my career, I thought about how to deal with those difficult clients, what makes them so rebellious?And what makes them seem so sarcastic at times?How can a rational person suddenly become reckless and unreasonable? One day, I inadvertently peeped into the mystery. That day, I went to look after the video store opened by my husband. At noon, he was busy entertaining customers who came and went.We were unemployed and short-staffed, so I did what any good wife could do: greet new customers at the counter.

"Find me a disc," said a bald, pimple-faced customer hastily approaching the counter. "The name of that song is..." He took out a dirty, wrinkled sheet of paper with the desired song title written on it. "Do you have the 'Stairway to Heaven' CD?" he asked. I went to the wall where the music discs were displayed and checked the list. Usually the music discs are arranged in alphabetical order of the songs, but today the discs are sort of reversed. I searched for several minutes, feeling the restlessness of the clients around me as I searched. "Sorry, we may not have the disc you need here."

Hearing this, his back arched, his brows stood upright, and his wet eyes narrowed.The wife standing next to him gently tugged on his sleeve in an imperceptible way, as if trying to dissuade him from doing something, but it didn't help, and his narrow lips were twisted together angrily. "What's wrong? Is that song not famous enough? You deserve to be called a video store? All the kids know how to sing that song!" He said angrily. "Yes, but not all of our CDs are available for sale..." I tried to control my emotions and explained patiently. "Oh, what you said is simple! You are not sincere, and you can find an excuse at will!" He shouted unreasonably.At this moment, his wife tugged on his sleeve and whispered something, like a groom trying to calm down a suddenly violent horse.

Leaning forward to my side, he pointed his crooked finger like an old tree root in my face and said, "I guess you don't understand me at all, do you? You don't give a damn about my son's death, you don't." How his car crashed into that old tree. My son died and I just wanted to play this favorite song of his at his funeral, he died! Only 18 years old to go!" For a moment, I was at a loss as to whether his anger was due to my failure to fulfill my duties or the great sorrow of losing my son. His other hand trembled, and a piece of paper slipped from it onto the counter. It was a funeral arrangements sheet.

"I don't think you'll ever understand," he muttered, bowing his head sadly, while his wife put her arm around him and stood quietly beside him. "I can totally understand how traumatic you are," I said calmly, "We buried our 4-year-old nephew just last month, and I know how heartbreaking it is to lose a loved one. "Then, I promised them that I would try my best to find the discs he needed. Even if the store didn't have them, I would go all over the city to find them. I would reassure them that nothing would be wrong. He looked up at me in a daze, the angry expression gradually faded from his face.He let out a long sigh: "I'm too much, aren't I? I'm so ashamed of myself. I'm sorry!" We stood in silence for a long time.Then, he took out a battered wallet from the back pocket of his trousers, "Do you want to see a picture of my son?" He looked at me with tears in his eyes.

From that day on, I understood a truth: no one can enter another's heart unless he has love and compassion.