Who has a short philosophical story of 100?

Editor: Edgar bledsoe Rong Suli

As long as a person has the strength to help others, he is rich.

I remember that I lost my job one year. Before that, my father's factory closed down. Our family only lives on the income from my mother making clothes for others.

Once my mother was ill for several weeks and couldn't work. Because there was no money to pay the electricity bill, the electricity at home was cut off by the power company, and then the gas company stopped. Finally, if the health department didn't stop the water supply company for public health reasons, there would be no water in my house. The pantry at home is empty. Fortunately, my family has a small vegetable garden, so I have to cook with firewood in the backyard to satisfy my hunger.

One day, my sister came home from school and said excitedly, "Tomorrow we will take something to school and donate it to the poor to help them tide over the difficulties." Mother was about to blurt out, "I didn't know there were people poorer than us!" " "Grandma lived with us at that time. She quickly grabbed her mother's arm and frowned, signaling her not to say so.

"Eve," grandma said, "if you let your child think that he is a poor man from an early age, then she will be a poor man all her life. She will always wait for help from others. How can such a person cheer up and become a' rich man'? Don't we have a jar of homemade jam? Let her have it. A person is rich as long as he has the strength to help others. " Grandma found a piece of soft paper and a pink ribbon from nowhere and carefully wrapped the last jar of jam in my house. The next day, my sister happily and proudly took the gift to help the "poor".

To this day, my sister, who owns three hotels, still remembers the jar of jam. No matter in the company or in the community, whenever someone needs help, my sister always thinks she should be the "jam delivery person". ▲

Global Times (22nd edition, February 07, 2005)

Red glass ball

Guo Yan compiled

During the difficult years of the Great Depression from 65438 to 0930, I lived in a small community in southeastern Kansas. Because food is scarce and money is scarce, people often barter things, barter things. At that time, I often went to Mr. Miller's booth to buy some fresh vegetables.

One day, when Mr. Miller helped me put potatoes into a bag, I noticed a little boy staring greedily at a basket of newly picked peas. The boy is thin and wears patched but clean clothes. I paid for potatoes, but I was also attracted by fresh peas, because I like the taste of creamy peas and potatoes very much. When I was considering whether to buy beans, I heard Mr. Miller talking with the boy.

"Hello, Barry, how was your day?"

"Very well, Mr Miller, thank you. These peas look great. "

"It's really good, Barry. How is your mother? "

"Fortunately, I am much more energetic than before."

"Don't you want to bring some beans back?"

"No, sir, I have no money."

"Well, do you have anything to exchange?"

"Only one glass ball won."

"Really? Let me see. "

"Here you are. It's beautiful. "

"Well, it's just that I want a red glass ball, not blue. Do you have a red one? "

"I don't think so ... but I may win one next time."

"Well, take this bag of peas home and bring me a red glass ball next time you come."

"Yes, thank you, sir."

Mrs. Miller came to help me pack peas. She smiled and said to me: "There are two such children in this community, and the family is very poor. Jimmy (Miller's nickname) is willing to give them fruits and vegetables such as peas, apples and tomatoes. The next time a child brings red glass balls, he will say that he doesn't like red ones, and then give them a pack of vegetables with green or orange balls next time. "

"Miller is really a good man!" This makes me very moved. After a while, I moved to Colorado, but I will never forget Mr. Miller exchanging glass balls with boys. Time flies. It was many years before I had a chance to visit my old friends in that small community. It was also at this time that Mr. Miller passed away.

They held a farewell ceremony for him in the evening, because all my friends went and I went with them. When we arrived at the morgue, we met many relatives of the deceased and just wanted to say something comforting. Walking in front of us are three young people, one in military uniform and the other two in suits and ties. Mrs. Miller tried to suppress her grief and stood quietly beside her husband's coffin. Three young men came to her. Everyone hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, said a few words briefly, and then went to Mr. Miller's coffin. Mrs. Miller watched them come to the coffin one by one with tears, shook the cold hand of the deceased with their warm hands, and then they slowly walked out of the morgue with tears in their eyes.

When it was our turn to find Mrs. Miller, I told her who I was and told her about the glass ball. Mrs. Miller took me by the hand and went to the coffin and said, "Those three young men are the three boys I told you about. They just told me how much they appreciated Jimmy's communication with them. Now, because Jimmy can't change his mind, he doesn't want the glass balls he doesn't like-they are here to' pay off debts'. "

"We never made a fortune," she continued, "but now Jimmy can proudly say that he is the richest man in this community." Then she gently raised her husband's right hand. I was surprised to find that I had three delicate and shiny red glass balls in my hand! ▲

Is it worth it

Zheng Jie compiled

In a battle, when soldier Jim saw his good partner fall on the battlefield, fear occupied his heart. He was trapped in the trench, with gunfire and bullets whizzing overhead. He asked the lieutenant if he could go to the "no man's land" between the trenches to save his partner.

"You can go," the lieutenant said, "but I don't think it's worth it. Your friend may be dead, and you may be dead yourself. " The lieutenant's words didn't affect Jim, but he went anyway.

Jim miraculously reached his friend safely and took him back to the trench. In the trench, the officer examined the injured Jim, looked at his dead friend and said, "I told you, it's not worth it." Your friend died and you were fatally injured. "

"Still, sir, it's worth it." Jim said.

"What is worth it?" The lieutenant said, "Your friend is dead!" "

"Yes, sir," Jim replied, "it's worth it, because he was still alive when I found him. He said, "Jim, I knew you would come." I am satisfied to hear him say so. Don't you think it's worth it, sir? "▲

Wisdom from Africa

Compiled by Reginald mcknight Shengsen.

Love, friendship and affection

Tell me what kind of person you love, and I will know what kind of person you are.

Termites don't love the straw they carry-people who seem close may not love you.

Make friends when you don't need them.

Eggs teach hens how to hatch eggs-children teach parents how to be parents.

Clever begging

Compiled by maurer Nunn and Zhang Xiaofeng.

I will never forget the shock when I heard that my husband was about to be laid off.

At that time, our marriage had passed 10 years, and John showed me his worries about this nightmare. He assured me that he would make every effort to find a new job to make a living. We have three children under the age of five, one of whom will be born soon. John is the sole breadwinner of the whole family.

"Life goes on," John said. It seems that he is much more optimistic than me. "At least we still have health, and all we have lost is a job. In addition, the company will continue to pay wages for three months, during which I will definitely find a new job, so don't worry. "

John graduated from a famous university and has an excellent working background. I believe his confidence is reasonable. John lost his father in his early years and shouldered the responsibility of taking care of his mother, brother and sister very early. He used to be an Olympic athlete, knowing how to face challenges, know how to work hard, and know the skills. But after several months, he still couldn't find a job. I became more and more afraid and began to waver in his "superstition". What if he can't find a job? If I'm not pregnant, I can go back to school to teach. The problem is that our fourth child was born less than three months ago.

We don't have much savings left, the installment loan has been in arrears for two months, and there is no other source of income. I have to scrimp and save. In the end, even the money for eating is almost gone.

One day, when I was taking my children to the supermarket, I noticed a boy filling a carton with ripe fruit and expired food. I hesitated to ask him where the food was going, and he said, "Deal with it at a reduced price. If you can't handle it, throw it away." I looked at those old carrots, celery and tomatoes, which were enough for my family to eat for several weeks. I think, in what way should I beg for something to eat for the children with dignity?

"We have a rare Mongolian rabbit!" I blurted out and glanced at three hungry children. "I want to buy it something to eat."

He simply replied, "since it's for rabbits, I won't charge." That day, he put five boxes of food in my car and was busy chatting with me. I told him that our family was about to add a mouth, and he also told himself. His name is Jeff and he comes from a poor family of five. He works here to pay for college tuition.

A few weeks later, Jeff began to pack expired and damaged boxed food into boxes. These peanut butter, soup and cheese are still edible, but they should be thrown away. "Rabbits must like these things," he explained why he gave them to us. A few months later, we found that there were more and more kinds of washing powder, milk, juice and butter hidden under food. Later, every time Jeff received a box of "rabbit food", he would call me from time to time and deliver it to my home. But he never asked about the rabbit. Every time he put down his things, he left.

When my fourth daughter was born, I had mixed feelings and worried about future family expenses. "God, please," I prayed, "you promised that our pain would never be beyond our capacity. What should we do? " Then the husband quietly walked into the delivery room and said, "I have good news and bad news." The good news is that I found a good job this morning. " I closed my eyes and thanked God for the gift. "The bad news," he continued, "is that the little Mongolian rabbit is missing."

Later, I went to the supermarket where Jeff no longer worked. According to the supermarket manager, when I was busy with the birth of my child, he moved and left no new address.

I swear silently that I must repay those kind people who helped us when we were in trouble. In the next 10 year, I fulfilled my promise. But my wish was not fully realized until one day after 10, I met Jeff standing in front of the supermarket office, wearing the "manager" work card on his chest.

How to express your gratitude to a person who has helped you and defended your self-esteem, a person who has lent you a helping hand without belittling your ability, and a person who believes that there is a rare Mongolian rabbit hidden in your life? I'm not surprised by Jeff's promotion. He has a special gift and knows how to listen to my special prayers.

"Mrs Nunn!" He shouted excitedly, "I often think of you and your family." How is the rabbit? " He asked softly.

Holding Jeff's hand, I blinked and whispered, "Thank you for your concern. That rabbit left us a long time ago and we had a wonderful time. " ▲