Pain is the best teacher of youth

Chapter 5 Let pain and suffering become a kind of experience (1)
I remember someone said: "Whether disaster or pain is a gift of nature." God's will tricks people, we can't choose our own origin, we can't decide the direction of our destiny, but the meaning of life is not to hope that God will give us a hand cards, but a good hand of miscellaneous cards, or even bad cards.Vicissitudes will not give us mercy, and ruthlessness will not give us sympathy.Yangliu Yiyi, it is not the spring breeze that awakens its soul, but it blooms gloriously in its strength.When the pain comes, put away your fragility, and bloom the unyielding beauty with strength.

If you can't cry then smile

She started to learn dance since she was a child. At the age of 18, she won the championship of the city's dance competition and was successfully admitted to a well-known art school.However, the beautiful life did not begin from then on. Just the day before she was ready to enter school with full of joy, a nightmare came.

At that time, her mother was driving her, and when she just reached an intersection, a speeding motorcycle suddenly rushed out.Although the car did not hit them directly, she fell off the bicycle because of the scratch.To make matters worse, when she fell off the car, her back hit a concrete pillar by the side of the road. She yelled and couldn't move after that.

This fall shattered her dream and her heart.Doctors said she would never be able to dance again because of a severe spinal cord injury.God is so cruel. After she was discharged from the hospital, although she recovered from her injuries, she could no longer stretch her back as freely as before. Her dream of becoming a dancer was stranded like this.

The mother was worried that her daughter would be depressed from now on, so she tried her best to make her happy, and avoided talking about words related to dancing and art.When she was about to be discharged from the hospital, she asked the doctor, "Am I not going to be able to dance anymore?" The doctor looked at her mother, hesitated for a moment, and nodded regretfully.There was a tear in the corner of her eye, and she didn't speak for a long time.

In the evening, she suddenly opened her mouth and said to her mother: "Mom, I once read a story. On a remote hill in the western United States, there was a house made of plexiglass, and the people in it could only live by artificial oxygen. Go down, and can only communicate with the outside world by fax."

Mother didn't know what she wanted to say, but she was relieved that she could speak so calmly and tell a story.Mother listened carefully, like a close friend.

"There lived a woman named Mary in this house. She was a botanist at the New York Medical University. Once, she went to the mountain to collect specimens, and then sprayed the leaves with insecticide, and suddenly felt There were convulsions. She thought it was just a temporary adverse reaction and didn't take it seriously, but she didn't expect that this symptom would accompany her for the rest of her life. Her life has also completely changed."

"A certain chemical substance in this insecticide has damaged Mary's immune system. She cannot be exposed to chemicals with pungent odors. Even ordinary shampoos and perfumes can induce bronchitis, and eventually it will develop to breathing air. Caused a tracheal infection. In the first few years of her illness, she was drooling, her urine turned green, her back was covered in scars from the infection, and she couldn't sleep on a synthetic mattress Otherwise, it will cause a heart attack. She has suffered a lot, and what makes her suffer even more is that there is no special treatment for this strange disease."

"Later, Mary's husband took her to the countryside in the west and built her a glass house on a hill. Mary lived in it all the time. Her food had to be selected and processed, and she could only drink distilled water. Over the years , she has never seen a flower or plant, never listened to music, never eaten a gourmet meal, she doesn't even feel day and night, the daily activity space is just that room. Even if she is sad, she can't cry, because tears It will change the environment in the glass house."

When she was talking about this, she stopped suddenly and asked her mother, "Mom, I am much happier than Mary. I just can't dance, but I can still enjoy many things." Mom took her by the hand , very excited, she never thought that her daughter would grow up so fast.

She said: "Many people think that Mary will give up on herself, but she didn't. In the second year of her illness, she used the Injury Research Network to fight for the rights of patients like her. The website she founded is very popular. Join There are nearly [-] members from dozens of different countries. They pay attention to what Mary is doing, but what they want to know is how can she be so optimistic? A news media faxed this question to Mary, but soon , some people regretted it. They were very worried that this would hurt Mary. However, they were too worried, and Mary quickly faxed back the answer.

"Mom, I remember her saying something like this - 'Because I can't cry, I choose to smile'."

When she finished telling the story, she smiled back at her mother, and both mother and daughter fell silent.It's just that there is no strong pain and despair in the silent atmosphere, but moved and gratified instead.

Being strong dispelled the haze in her heart and illuminated the road ahead of her.After being discharged from the hospital, she submitted an application to the school according to her own situation. Relying on her own foundation in painting, she chose to major in dance costume design again.She insists on exercising, reading, and doing rehabilitation every day.This girl who bid farewell to her beloved stage has always insisted on realizing her dream of dancing in her own way.

After graduating from university, she became a professional dance costume designer. She infected all the people around her with her story, and wrote the gesture of life with her raised mouth: If you can't cry, choose to smile!

Smart people never sit there and lament their losses, they use their emotions to find ways to make up for their losses. / British playwright Shakespeare

The silent world has flowers blooming
"When I completely despaired of the hearing world, I only had the courage to face life."

She was born in the countryside of a small county in Shaanxi Province, her parents are both honest farmers.She didn't learn to speak until she was two years old.The family living in the countryside thought she was just talking late, but they never thought that this was actually a precursor to a nightmare.

The terrible nightmare happened in her second year of junior high school.In almost just two weeks, she gradually lost her hearing.She likes listening to English, but one day, she suddenly found that she couldn't hear anything.All of a sudden, she was in the silent world, and for her, all the problems that were not problems became problems.

During the days when she was suspended from school for medical treatment, neighbors, relatives and friends all came to condolences, meaning to persuade her to give up her studies.The parents didn't say anything, and she understood the intention behind their parents' silence.A few years ago, when her elder brother tried to drop out of school, her father firmly disagreed. Her father's words are still fresh in her memory: "As long as the two of you don't stay in the countryside, the family will stand up, and it depends on you two!"

She didn't want to say much about the poverty level of her family, but now that she has such a disease, it will make things worse.That year, all the money the family spent selling watermelons and cotton was spent on treating her illnesses. At the most, it cost 1 yuan a day.But her ears were still silent.

Father was not good at words, but now he is even more silent.She often saw her father locked in the room alone, smoking a cigarette without turning on the light.In the past, he occasionally smoked boxed cigarettes, but now, he smokes only tobacco leaves rolled in cigarette paper.She was heartbroken, cut off the hope of being cured, and cried to her father, "As long as I go back to school, I don't want anything."

The difficulties of peers may be math problems that they will never understand, parents' incomprehension, or sudden friendship changes.But for her, any academic and life difficulties are not terrible.When she lost her expectation of hearing the world again, all that remained was the courage to face life directly.

In the silent days, she changed from "listening to classes" to "watching classes".Look at the shape of the teacher's mouth and guess what the other party is saying.After high school, there are more subjects and more complicated content, and the speed of the teacher's lectures is also faster. It is undoubtedly more difficult to read the mouth shape.Occasionally, she couldn't keep up with the class, so she asked her classmates for advice after class.

Speaking of this experience, she is full of gratitude. "I remember that the people who gave me the lecture formed a team, and most of the time they were helping me." Friends often explained to her in different ways until the easiest way for her to understand appeared. .Unknowingly, this small team discovered the most convenient way to solve the problem.Whenever she understands a topic, her friends will make such gestures: thumbs stretched up one by one to form a "ladder". This interesting gesture has another meaning-you are great, keep going!
In this way, she made progress together with these people who helped her, and all of them were admitted to Class A in the grade.She said: "I used to not believe that I could bring anything to others, but with the improvement of my grades, I found that sharing learning methods is also a good choice. Everyone always has something to give to others. Even if you are disabled, you still There are precious things you have, such as a positive and optimistic attitude towards life and good learning methods."

The most difficult and meaningful day was the third year of high school.Below the dormitory building, there is a duty room for the dormitory auntie. This duty room was originally closed, because the equipment used for her treatment needs electricity, so the auntie temporarily opened it to her.Later, many students thought this place was good, and gradually gathered seven or eight people to do their homework together.Later, a classmate accidentally broke the doorknob, and no one came to fix it. In winter, it was windy and snowy, and the room was extremely cold. Many classmates stopped coming, and she was the only one left in the end.She wrapped herself in a thick blanket, but she still couldn't resist the severe cold. "My legs almost froze, but I didn't care so much when I wrote." After studying every night, she would never forget to clean the duty room.

The days in the duty room were unforgettable for her. She later wrote in her diary: "Snowflakes were floating outside the door of the duty room, and the water dripping from the pillars was frozen into icicles. I lay quietly on the table with my hands in my hands. I kept turning the pages of the book, and the pen kept writing. I tried not to waste every minute until late at night. When I stumbled upstairs at 1 o'clock, the lights of the five-story building had gradually turned off, and the hallway was dimly lit. The light lengthened my figure, then shortened it, and then lengthened it, silently watching my way back to the dormitory..."

Her parents couldn't bear to let her live in a silent world all her life.They raised money for her medical treatment. Finally, in her sophomore year of high school, she underwent a cochlear implant at the Eye, Nose and Throat Hospital affiliated to Fudan University, which restored part of her hearing.For her, this is the most precious gift.Relying on this little listening, she has to listen to English for half an hour every night.

God rewards hard work.The girl who refused to bow to fate finally entered the gate of Fudan University with a score of 639.She said: "I have never left the county town where I lived. As soon as I left the county town, I came to Shanghai." In the first vacation of the university, she entered the customer department of a company as an intern, and could get a subsidy of 75 yuan per day.Although it was difficult, she still persisted with a smile.

She said: "I rarely quote famous quotes from famous people, because I think I have done it. However, I still like Beethoven's words very much. It is also my lifelong motto-I want to hold the throat of fate."

Life is doomed to go through trials and tribulations in order to be unique. All experiences are gains, and all gains are the grace bestowed by God. /Actor Hu Ge
dancing boy

Seville is a small city in the southwest of Spain. On the central square of the city, there is a striking monopod sculpture.

It is said that the statue was built in memory of a disabled man named Peel.When the First World War broke out, this small town was bloodbathed by the enemy. A large number of old, young, sick and disabled were forced into this square by the enemy. A brutal massacre was about to be staged.

At this moment, a disabled man named Peel shot and killed a large number of guards under the cover of night and with his superb marksmanship.In the end, he actually blazed a way to escape.He covered the retreat of his compatriots, saving many lives, while he himself fell in the square.Afterwards, in order to thank and remember him, people erected a monument to commemorate him.

However, just after the carnival of a certain year, a strange thing happened to this sculpture on the square:

The statue has been vandalized more than once, and the person who "destroyed" didn't seem to intend to destroy this beautiful sculpture. He just installed a prosthetic leg where it lacked a leg.Perhaps, he hoped that this statue would become complete, but just like Venus with a broken arm, incompleteness itself is a kind of beauty full of reverie, once it becomes "complete", it loses its uniqueness beauty and mood.

The administrators removed it several times, but after a while the sculpture was refitted with prosthetics.In desperation, the management staff had to notify the police.After investigation, the police locked their target on a little boy named Ettal.

Five years ago, Ettal broke a leg in a car accident.Since then, his whole person has changed, his personality is eccentric, taciturn, and he always does some inexplicable things.Some time ago, someone saw Ettal hovering in front of the sculpture, seemingly thinking about something.Torres, the police officer in charge of the case, decided to meet this special child in person.

That afternoon, Torres came to the gate of the community where the boy lived and waited quietly.Not long after, a little boy on crutches came over.Torres greeted him easily: "Hi, Ettal, I've been waiting for you here for a long time."

"Who are you? What do you do? What do you want from me?" The little boy looked nervous and full of doubts.

Torres patted the little boy on the shoulder and said, "I'm your friend, and I'm here to help you."

"You, you know everything, don't you?" The little boy was a little surprised, and subconsciously took a step back.

"I know everything, kid. Don't you plan to invite your friends to sit at home?" Torres made such a request. Ettal seemed a little hesitant, but still took Torres to his house.It was a shabby little room. After he opened the door, he said to Torres, "I'm sorry, the house has been like this since grandpa passed away. There is nothing delicious to entertain you."

Torres inspected the room, it was a little messy.He found a clean place to sit down and said frankly: "I know, boy, since that accident, you have lost loved ones, and life is very difficult. What's worse, many people laugh at you It's lame."

Etal remained silent, clenching his small fists tightly.After a while, he said, "Do you know how they laughed at me? They said I was a freak, an alien, they wouldn't play with me, they beat me with stones and sticks, and told me to die."

"So, you added a leg to the statue, didn't you? You don't want him to be a laughing stock. However, I'd like to know how you do it, as there are many people in the square every day?"

"Hmph, for these prosthetics, I have been preparing for a whole year. In the middle of the night, when everyone was not paying attention, I sneaked to the side of the statue and put the prosthetics on it!" Ettal said. Some proud.

"Haha, you are really a smart kid. But I want to tell you that the statue is loved and respected precisely because it is missing a leg," Torres said.

Such an answer was unexpected by Ettal.He looked at Torres with puzzled eyes, expecting an answer.

(End of this chapter)