Chapter 78 Good people are always good

Look carefully, and if we dispel the mists of sorrow, we shall see how kind, kind, and generous our dear fellow man is. Joni Lee Lowry from New York City wrote me some interesting people and things. "One morning, at about 11 o'clock, without any mental preparation, my company was taken away by two businessmen using so-called legal means. I was immediately stunned. After checking with the lawyer, I learned that I could only Accept your fate. You know, I have never been so scared since I was born. I lost everything. After I went to the factory to tell Louise, the production manager, at around 2 pm, I said goodbye to other employees one by one. These guys have basically been doing things with me since the beginning.

"When the new boss came to take over, the unimaginable happened. Everyone in the company packed up and resigned. The new boss promised them satisfactory conditions if they stayed. He deliberately Went to Louise and offered to give her a tenure if she would go back. But she replied: 'I don't have to live off people like you.' The new bosses are crazy. They have a lot of inventory and machines, but they don't know production technology, and they can't find anyone willing to work for them. "Employees ran to apply for unemployment benefits, but when the company got the verification call, the new boss said, 'These people have jobs with us, tell them to come back to work.' The employees didn't take it, so of course they had no money to go to. collar. I can do nothing for them, I have nothing myself, everything belongs to the company.

“For five weeks, nothing has changed. I worry about how those employees will live because they keep flipping hands and spending the month’s earnings. But, on the sixth week, the new boss capitulates and all they get is a shell , because they were unable to start work. The company was legally returned to me around 4pm that afternoon and all employees were back at work the next morning. "When I lost the company, the worst did happen. There was nothing I could do, only the sincere respect, appreciation and understanding between the employees and me. When the crisis came, they cut open the most sincere loyalty to me, making The new owners had to give the company back to me. I am forever grateful to them and there is no one else in the world who has as many lovely friends as I do."

What a touching story!Those who mature are constantly discovering the loveliness of us humans.Those who only say that people who engage in politics are all liars, that big companies lack human touch, and that their bosses are profiteers are all immature people. Dal Parry from West Virginia learned a useful lesson aboard a Liberty ship at sea in 1944, and this serves as an example for us to learn.Mr. Parry was then a nautical school student, practicing as a deckhand, the lowest rank on board.Everyone on board can issue orders to him, and he is not allowed to violate them.Whoever made the report against him, he had to go back to the army.

Mr Parry said: "The captain looked down on the apprenticeship system and everything and everything that had to do with the Commercial Nautical Academy. So he didn't let me have a good time. "After four weeks with these callous people, I thought I had to figure something out. I fell behind on my lessons and I was supposed to spend six hours a day revising. So I decided to have a talk with the captain. One night I Take a book and knock on his door softly. "'Who?' he asked gruffly. "'I am Parry, Captain, and I—' "'What the hell are you doing?' he said angrily.

"'Captain, I would be most grateful if you could explain to me a difficult problem. I believe that, based on your many years of experience at sea, you must have encountered such problems many times and know how to deal with them.' "'No,' said the captain, 'I'll come and see.' "When I walked out of the captain's cabin, he allowed me to devote four hours a day to my homework, two hours to serve on deck, and four hours to be on duty. The captain became a kind and understanding man." Look carefully, and if we dispel the mists of sorrow, we shall see how kind, kind, and generous our dear fellow man is.

In the summer of 1955, the Mead River in Connecticut flooded. Who would have survived the flooding if not for courage and neighborly encouragement?Every time death and disaster strikes, we learn something new about life.A friend of mine once had an antagonism with his neighbors because of his involvement in factionalism in the town.He was later taken to the hospital with injuries sustained in a car accident. Lying desolately in the hospital on Christmas Eve, two neighbors whom he thought would hate him so much came to visit him.They gave him a huge Christmas stocking—a five-foot blue sock filled with presents.

I don't think it's necessary to comment on how my friend changed his opinion of people through this incident. I have always believed that most people are naturally good, and if I ever find myself doubting this, I go to the little drawer in the study and read one of the letters I have always cherished. It was from Mrs. May Calle to me, and it said: "When I was 12, my dad lent a neighbor $1,800 to keep his farm. Years later, the neighbor never came to pay back the money, even though he was able to. "The neighbor got drunk once and it occurred to him that if he killed my father, he wouldn't have to pay the debt. So, when my father was driving into the city at night, he deliberately drove into my father's car, and I My dad was hit with three broken ribs, an arm, and a bad hand. The neighbor drove away, leaving my wounded dad alone on the road.

"A man from the city found out about this, went out to find my father, took him into the city, and then hurried to the doctor. My father sat on the side of the road with one hand on his side and waited, and the drunk neighbor appeared again, Kicking my dad in the jaw with a stretched out kick not only traumatized my dad's jaw this time, but also damaged some of the glands which implicated other glands in the body. "Shortly after, the doctor arrived with the police. But my father refused to let the police take the neighbor away, saying that he was drunk and did this. He said that arresting the man would bring more troubles to his family. Trouble.

"Father was admitted to a hospital in the city for treatment and died a year and a half later. Before he died, he called our five children to him and obviously had something to say to us. "He shook my hand tightly and said, 'Promise me never to make an enemy of any of the neighbor's children, that they, like you, grow up to be respected men in the community. A man who has only hatred in his heart is not will be happy.' "That's the hardest promise to make for a kid. But I'm glad I did. For 30 years, I've kept my promise. And that neighbor's kid is now my best friend."

How compassionate and understanding this God-like man was!His neighbor took his money and cost him his life, but he didn't hold a grudge, and asked his family not to hold a grudge over it. Dr. Willard Crossley of Glendale, California, told me a very interesting and meaningful experience he had during his third year of medical school.One Saturday morning, the dean was about to give an important lecture on pharmacology, but Crosley escaped to have a picnic with a pretty blond nurse.Just as he was about to recite poetry for his girlfriend, someone approached them. "As soon as I looked up," said Dr. Crossley, "I met the eyes of the Dean, who was leading his daughter out to gather herbs. I couldn't stand up, I couldn't speak, I was terrified. He gave me a look. , frowning and walked away. As soon as he left, I panicked. No more interest from picnics or blond girlfriends, only thinking that three years of medical school were coming to an end and I would be expelled. "Back in the saloon, I told my buddies about it, and they all said it wasn't good. One of them patted me on the back and said, 'Oh, maybe you don't want to be a doctor?' Yes. I was asked how much I had to sell my book for. I had a miserable weekend. I decided to speak to the dean on Monday morning. "I went to him and said, 'Dean, I want to apologize to you for being rude on Saturday. I was rude when I met you and I didn't stand up or say hello to you.' The dean seemed Thinking it was funny, he said, 'Willard, I did that when I was younger. Don't worry. By the way, are you having a good time?' "My heart just relaxed. It turned out that the dean is so humane, he knows how young people live, work and play. I think this may be the reason why he can become the dean!" Yes, Dr. Crossley, you are right. This is the reason why the good people in the world find happiness and success by cultivating their own maturity. It is also the difference between light and darkness in the road of life. J.W. Abbott of New Jersey tells how he gained a new perspective on life when he was recalled to the Navy to serve as an engineer officer on a destroyer in San Diego. "As is the tradition of the Navy," said Mr. Albert, "they have chosen me, a stupid accountant, to be in charge of the boiler rooms, the engine rooms, and all the other machinery and equipment of the ship. "I haven't been to the engine room a few times in my life. I was very worried a month before I got on the ship, and I didn't get used to it for a few weeks after I got on the ship. It turned out that this worry was completely unnecessary because I didn't overcome it. No problem, everything works fine. “After about a month on board, we all got three days off for the weekend. When I announced the good news to my men, I told them straight up that this special holiday was a result of their past I am very grateful for the cooperation with them, all of them are dedicated and working together to make our engineering department stronger than ever. "When I said those words, I didn't think about the meaning of them. It took a few days to realize it. It's a fact! These people did their job, they did their job well, and they did exactly what they did. I did something that I was not sure of doing well. "I thought I took full responsibility! I knew right away: we didn't have to worry about blowing up the whole ship because of us, or that we couldn't finish the mission in time. I knew we weren't alone, There are always good people around us who help us as we help others." Yes, there are good people everywhere in the world.Of course, liars, villains, thieves, and hooligans also lurk in the crowd, and it is inevitable to meet such people in life.This requires a person to have a considerable degree of maturity to understand. Just as swallows flying does not mean that spring has arrived, encountering one or two bad people occasionally does not mean that the whole world is full of bad people. Our own actions and attitudes often generate some behavioral responses in others, making us cynical and assertive that "there are no good people in this world." When I came to New York to start a new business a few years ago, I paid dearly for a harrowing experience that cost me millions of dollars.For a long time, I was angry and helpless.I began to believe that all the previous stories about business ethics in the dirty metropolis were credible, that I had fallen victim to commercial fraud by profiteers. It was only later that I slowly figured it out. If I had thought about it a little bit at the time, the whole thing would never have ended like that. It was my stupidity that caused the consequences. I can only blame myself , has nothing to do with anyone. It is relatively easier to believe that we have been victimized by the evil of others than to admit that we have failed through stupidity.The hardest thing in the world to say is, "I'm a fool." But if we want to grow out of our emotional infancy, we can wait until we say it to ourselves. Any kid can tell you the ugly things about human nature: selfishness, stupidity, greed, egotism.Only with mature insight can we perceive the root of human kindness and discover the resources and abilities contained in human nature.