Chapter 14 don't get discouraged by little things

Life is only a few decades, so precious time should not be wasted worrying about little things that will be forgotten within a year. The following story may make you unforgettable, and it is very dramatic.The protagonist of this story is Robert Moore. "In March 1945, I learned the most important lesson of my life," he said. "I learned it at a depth of 276 feet near the Indochina Peninsula. At that time, I was in Beja SS318 with 87 other people. We spotted on radar a small Japanese fleet heading our way. At dawn we surfaced to attack. Through the periscope I spotted a Japanese destroyer escort, a tanker and a minelayer. We fired 3 torpedoes at the destroyer escort, but none of them hit the target. The destroyer didn't know it was under attack and kept going, we were going to attack the last ship— - the minelayer. Suddenly it turned around and came straight towards us (a Japanese plane, seeing us 60 feet below the water, radioed our location to the Japanese minelayer) ... we dived to a depth of 150 feet to avoid detection by it, and prepared for depth charges. We added several layers of plugs to all the hatch covers, and in order to keep the settlement absolutely stable, we Turned off all fans, the entire cooling system and all generators.

"Three minutes later, there was a sudden catastrophe—six depth charges exploded all around us, pushing us down to a depth of 276 feet. It's a very dangerous thing to be attacked in deep water—if it's less than 500 feet, almost all of them are doomed. And we were attacked in the water less than half 500 feet deep. From a safety point of view, the water depth is equal to only the knee part of the person. The Japanese minelayer kept dropping depth charges for 15 hours. If the depth charges were within 17 feet of the sub, the explosions would blow a hole in the sub.A dozen or twenty depth charges exploded within 50 feet or so of us, and we were ordered to 'hold' - that is, to lie still on our beds and keep calm.I was so scared I could barely breathe: 'This is going to kill me'.After the fan and cooling system were turned off, the temperature of the submarine was almost over 100 degrees Fahrenheit, but I was chilled by the intense fear. I put on a sweater and a jacket with a leather collar. Still shivering.My teeth were chattering constantly, and I was breaking out in cold sweat all over my body.

"After 15 hours, the Japanese minelayer attack suddenly stopped. Apparently, the Japanese minelayer used up all its depth charges before leaving. Those 15 hours of attack felt like 15 million years. My past life unfolded before me, reminding me of all the bad things I've done, and the little things I've worried about. I was a bank clerk before I joined the Navy, and I used to work too many hours. Long term, low salary, and few opportunities for advancement. I used to worry about not being able to buy my own house, new car, or good clothes for my wife. I hated my previous boss because he Always looking for trouble for me. I still remember that when I came home every night, I was always tired and sleepy, and I often quarreled with my wife over trivial things. I even complained about my forehead because of a car accident. Worry about the scars left behind.

"Those worrisome things that seemed like big things years ago turned out to be so insignificant when the depth charges threatened to send me to hell. That's when I told myself that if I I will never, never worry again if I have a chance to see the sun and the stars again. Never! Never! Never! What I learned about life during those 15 horrible hours in the submarine, Much more than I could have learned in 4 years of college books." We are often able to bravely face the big crises in our lives, but we will be dejected and burnt out by those small things.In his "Diary", Samuel White Busey tells of seeing Sir Harry Pooh beheaded in London: When Sir Harry Pooh went to the guillotine, he did not ask others to spare his life, but asked the executioner Don't hit the sore spot on his neck.

And that's another thing Admiral Bader discovered during the cold, dark nights in Antarctica—people under him were often sad about the little things, but didn't care enough about the big ones.For example, they can face dangerous and hard work without complaint, working in the cold of minus 80 degrees Fahrenheit; People don't talk to each other because they suspect that each other is misplacing things and taking up their own space. I also know a guy on the team who pays attention to the so-called fasting and chewing health method. Every mouthful must be chewed 28 times before swallowing Go down; and there is another person who must find a seat in the hall where he can't see this guy before he can eat."

"In an Antarctic camp," said Admiral Bader, "any little thing like that could drive the best-trained man mad." It can also drive people crazy when it happens in married life, and it can even cause "half the heartbreaks in the world." This is what authority figures say.After arbitrating more than 40,000 marriage cases, Judge Joseph Shabas of Chicago said: "The unsatisfactory marriage life is usually caused by some small things." Said: "More than half of our criminal cases are due to small things: being heroic in a bar, fighting over small things, speaking insultingly, inappropriate words, rude behavior-it's these small things, Injuries and murders are the result. Few are truly naturally cruel, and some who make great mistakes, do so from small injuries to their pride. Some trivial humiliation or unsatisfied vanity results in half the world's broken hearts thing."

When Mrs. Roosevelt was first married, it was said, she was "worried every day" that her new cook was a poor cook. "But if it happened now," said Mrs. Roosevelt, "I'd shrug it off and forget about it." That's what a grown-up does.Even Catherine, the most despotic of Russian empresses, usually just laughed it off when the cook spoiled her meal. Once, we went to a friend's house in Chicago for dinner.When dividing the dishes, he made some small mistakes.I didn't notice it at the time, and if I had, I wouldn't have cared.But when his wife found out, she immediately jumped up and accused him in front of us. "John," she cried, "look what you're doing! Will you never learn how to divide your dishes?"

Then she said to us: "He always makes mistakes, and he just doesn't want to pay attention." Maybe he didn't do it well, but I really admire him for being able to get along with a wife like him for 20 years.Frankly, I'd rather just eat two hot dogs with mustard - as long as it's comfortable - than eat Peking duck and shark's fin while listening to her rambling. Shortly after that incident, my wife and I had some friends over for dinner.Just as they were about to arrive, my wife noticed that there were 3 napkins that did not match the color of the tablecloth. She later told me: "I rushed to the kitchen and found the other 3 napkins had been sent out for the wash. The guests had already arrived at the door and I didn't have time to change them; I was on the verge of crying. All I thought was: 'Why did I make such a stupid mistake and ruin my evening?' Then I thought, why let it ruin me? So, I went in to dinner and decided to enjoy it. And I did Well, I'd rather have my friends think I'm a slacker housewife than a nervous, grumpy woman. And as far as I know, no one pays attention to those napkins at all. "

Everyone knows a famous law saying: "The law doesn't care about small things." Nor should a man worry about these small things, if he hopes to seek peace of mind. Most of the time, all it takes to get over the obsessions caused by small things is a shift in focus and focus—that is, to give you a new perspective that will make you a little happier.My friend, Homer Croy, is a writer and has written several books.He gave us a good example of how this can be done.When he used to write, he was always driven mad by the blaring of the hot water lamp in his New York apartment.For there would be a bang of steam, and then another loud noise.

When he heard it, he would sit at his desk and scream angrily. "Then," said Homer Croy, "I was out camping with some friends once, and when I heard the crackling of logs, it occurred to me how they sounded like hot water lamps. , why do I like this sound, but hate that sound? When I got home, I said to myself: the crackling of wood in the fire is a very nice sound, and the sound of the hot water lamp is almost the same as it. It was time to sleep in and ignore the noise, and I did: I paid attention to the hot water lights for the first few days, but soon I forgot about them altogether.”

The same goes for a lot of other little anxieties that we don't like and end up feeling down all over, precisely because we exaggerate the importance of those little things...   Disraeli said: "Life is too short to dwell on little things." Andre Morris said in "This Week" magazine: "These words have helped me through a lot of painful experiences. We often get angry because of small things, small things that should be dismissed. Distraught... We only have a few short decades in this world and we waste irrevocably precious time worrying about little things that will be forgotten by all within a year .No, let us only act and feel worthwhile, think great thoughts, experience real feelings, and do what must be done. Life is too short to dwell on little things.” Even a man as famous as Giblin sometimes forgot that "life is too short for little things".The result?He and his brother-in-law had fought one of the most famous lawsuits ever in the history of Valemont--and it was so well fought that it was recorded in an album called "Gibling in Valemont's Domain." The story goes like this: Kipling married Caroline Barrister, a girl from Valemont, built a beautiful house in Bratobolo, Valemont, and settled there. Down, ready to spend the rest of his life.His brother-in-law, Beatty Barrister, became Giblin's best friend, and the two often worked and played together. Later, Giblin bought a piece of land from Barrister, and agreed in advance that Barrister could mow grass on the land.One day, Barrister discovered that Kipling had started a garden on that meadow.For this, he was very angry and furious, and Kipling also retorted. The two good friends turned against each other and quarreled in a dark and dark manner. A few days later, Giblin was riding his bicycle out to play, and his brother-in-law suddenly drove a carriage from the other side of the road, forcing Giblin to fall off the bicycle.And Giblin, who once wrote "Everyone is drunk, you should be alone", also lost his head at this time, sued the government, and imprisoned Barrister.Then they fought a very lively lawsuit, and reporters from some big cities crowded into this small town, and the news spread all over the world.Things couldn't be resolved, and the quarrel eventually caused Giblin and his wife to leave their home in America for good, all worrying and quarreling over one small thing: a load of hay. Pericles said 2,400 years ago: "Come on, folks! We've been procrastinating too long on little things." And that's right, we are procrastinating too long. Here is one of the funniest of the stories told by Dr. Harry Emerson Fostic--about how a giant in the forest won and lost battles. "On the slopes of Long Mountain in Colorado lies the remains of a great tree. Naturalists tell us it is over 400 years old. It sprouted just before Columbus landed in America; the first settlers came to America In its long life, it had been struck by lightning 14 times; in 400 years, countless storms had struck it, and it was able to overcome and stand tall. But in the end, a Squads of beetles attacked the tree, causing it to fall to the ground. The beetles gnawed in from the roots, and although they were small, their constant attacks did great damage to the tree. The giants of the forest, ages have not It withered, and the lightning did not knock it down, the storm did not break it, but it fell at last with a small army of beetles that could be crushed between thumb and forefinger." Aren't we also all like that big tree in the forest?In our lives, we have also experienced countless storms and lightning strikes, but we survived.But it can leave our hearts to be eaten by little beetles of worry—the little beetles that seem insignificant to us.