Pain is the best teacher of youth

Chapter 6 Let pain and suffering become a kind of experience (2)
Torres touched Ettal's head and said, "Son, do you know the origin of this statue? It commemorates a great disabled man named Pierre who, although he only had one leg, saved his life with this leg." Thousands of people. So, don’t resent life because of your physical disability, but know that God is fair to everyone. He took away one of your feet just to make your other foot more agile .”

At this moment, Ettal lowered his head, as if realizing his mistake.Then, Torres rolled up his sleeves and said, "Let me tell you a secret again. I broke a hand during a hunt, but I never complained. I believe that one hand can still catch criminals. "

Since then, the statue in the square has never been "damaged".Little Ettal began to devote himself to his favorite dance.Many years later, a dance forest conference was held in the Spanish capital, and everyone's eyes were attracted by a one-legged boy who passed all the tests and finally won the crown.Standing on the podium, his body has been facing the direction of his hometown, and his eyes reveal a firmness.He believes that even if he only has one foot, he can become a hero and hold up the sky.

Everyone is thwarted in this world, and many grow strongest where they are broken. / American writer Hemingway

Write a wonderful life with your left hand

On a midsummer night, in the home of an ordinary worker, the parents were watching TV in the living room, and the son was practicing calligraphy with his left hand in the small bedroom.In the sultry weather, the electric fan creaked and shook his head. At about ten o'clock, the boy was sleepy, turned off the light in the room, and fell asleep.

It was a bit cold in the suburbs late at night, and worried that the child would be exposed to the wind, the mother took a towel and was walked into her son's room.Half asleep and half awake, the boy turned over and stretched out the towel blanket with his right hand.That hand was really shocking, the palm was completely shrunk, and the fingers were only one-third of a normal person.The mother sighed, and when she turned to leave, with the help of a little light in the living room, she saw sheets of rice paper with wet ink on her son's desk, on which were written four people, "Pain comes after suffering".In an instant, a complex emotion rushed into my mother's heart, and her tears fell down.

When the boy was born, he was very beautiful.Other babies' eyes are always squinted into a slit, but his eyes are big, with obvious double eyelids.The nurses in the ward and the family members of other mothers praised the child for his good looks.However, when they saw his little right hand again, they all sighed helplessly: "What a pity!"

To this day, the mother still refuses to recall the day her son was born.The doctor held the baby and showed the family. Everyone was very happy, but the happiness only lasted for a few seconds, followed by pain and despair.Because the doctor said solemnly: "The child's right hand is congenitally disabled."

Both parents are ordinary workers, but they are eager to love their children.If a child has a disabled hand, the first thing that comes to mind must be to treat him, no matter how much money or how much it costs.They took their son to seek medical treatment everywhere, but the results they got were not satisfactory.The doctor said that congenital disabilities are likely to be irreversible, so you must be mentally prepared.He lived in the hospital for about a month, and the family resolutely took the boy back. If there was really no hope, they really didn't want to see him suffer.

Parents borrowed and bought many medical books on muscular atrophy in children. From being at a loss at the beginning, they gradually became familiar with medical terms such as "grip ability" and "muscle tone".They asked their son to exercise according to the method in the book, but the effect was not great. Later, even some basic grasping reactions of the child's right palm disappeared.

Looking at the son who has grown up little by little, the mother will sometimes say to the father in frustration: "I knew this was the case. We might as well not have this child." Although it was a complaint, they all realized at this time that healthy people really It is very difficult to accept a disabled child, even if it is his own flesh and blood.Occasionally, the mother would even think that by jumping off the stairs with her son in her arms, everything would be over.When the whole family was in despair, the boy's uncle enlightened the couple: "If you don't want such a good child, give it to me!" There was comfort in the words, but it made the mother give up the idea of ​​giving up her son.

Because the right hand lost its function, the boy had to use his left hand to deal with everything in life, washing his face, brushing his teeth, tying his shoes... As he grew up, he also found that he was different from other children.Friends of the same age don't like to play with him and regard him as a "monster", but he often imagines himself as a one-armed hero.

After going to school, no matter in spring, summer, autumn or winter, he always wears long-sleeved clothes, covering his crippled right hand with a wide cuff.For him, the weekly writing class is the most annoying. All the students in the classroom write with their right hands, but he has to use his left hand.Some classmates will look at him curiously, and he often responds with a blank stare. He is using his eyes to maintain his self-esteem.School, in his heart is not a good place, but full of fear.

After the uncle learned of this situation, he suggested that the boy should be sent to learn calligraphy, so that he could meet more peers and get in touch with the outside world.It just so happened that my uncle knew a famous calligrapher. After hearing about his situation, the calligrapher readily agreed to accept this special student.

Meeting the calligrapher for the first time, the boy was wearing a long-sleeved shirt that covered his mutilated right hand as usual.When he saw the calligrapher, he didn't say a word. The calligrapher smiled and touched his head, asking, "Is it hot?" After speaking, he helped the boy roll up his sleeves.Then, the calligrapher introduced the boy to other children who were learning calligraphy: "This is your new classmate. His name is Wang Fei. His right hand is injured and he can only write with his left hand. You should take care of him." Calligraphy Everyone decided that they must help Wang Fei regain his confidence.He gently touched Wang Fei's right hand, which he never wanted to show to others, and said kindly like a grandfather, "Son, you can do it."

Of course, a few words of encouragement are not enough to completely build up the boy's self-confidence. The most effective way is to let him prove his ability.Easier said than done, how easy is it to write with your left hand?The calligrapher thought about it, and finally thought of a person. This person is Fei Xinwo, a famous Zuobi calligrapher.Fei Xin Before I was 60 years old, I was no different from a normal person, writing with my right hand.But after he was 60 years old, his right hand was unfortunately injured, so he could only practice calligraphy with his left hand, but unexpectedly, this change made him walk out of a unique calligraphy path.

Sometimes, knowing that there are other people in the world who are going through what one is going through, while not getting much practical help, can be the greatest spiritual comfort.Wang Fei began to practice calligraphy with his left hand every day. He put his melancholy childhood, the pain of disability, and the difficulty of learning calligraphy, all on paper and pen.Finally, at the age of 20, relying on his beautiful calligraphy and his grades of more than 20 points beyond the undergraduate line, he was admitted to a technical school of arts and crafts, and started a more exciting life.

None of these good things will ever disappear, because all good things are always there.They just freeze like ice and one day will bloom like a flower. / Dai Wangshu "Once Upon a Time"

A strong girl sings the splendor of life

In Qiaoqiao's memory, my childhood was really a happy and wonderful day.

At that time, there was a domestic black-and-white TV set at home, and the TV station played songs. Qiaoqiao, who was just over two years old, could sing along after listening to it twice.Seeing that his daughter had a talent for singing, the father decided to train her carefully.My father knew a music teacher, and after discussion, the music teacher agreed to give Qiaoqiao a formal music education.So, every weekend morning, my father took Qiaoqiao by bicycle to the teacher's house for class after an hour's journey.

Children are always naughty.Every time Qiaoqiao came back from class at the teacher's house, she would act like a baby with her father on the way, either pestering him to tell herself stories, or asking her father to buy snacks for herself.The father loves this angelic daughter and is happy to meet her demands.

How wonderful it would be if happiness could continue like this!It's a pity that the sky fails to fulfill people's wishes.

One morning, a fire suddenly broke out in the neighbor's house, and my father, who was off work at home, rushed to put out the fire.Unexpectedly, the ruthless fire burned his father's lower body.Not long after, the profitability of the parent's company declined, and both parents were laid off. They only paid half of their salary, which was pitifully small together.

The family has encountered so many accidents in a row, and the mother is very anxious, her eyesight has plummeted, and everything she sees is blurred.The originally optimistic father also became negative at this time. He was severely depressed and finally lost control and became what others called a "lunatic".At the entrance of the huge shopping mall, he took off all his clothes, chased everyone he saw, and kept cursing.In desperation, his mother, sister and Qiao Qiao had to send him to a mental hospital.

Life still has to go on.In order to pay for her father's medical treatment and living expenses, the mother had to take Qiaoqiao and her 9-year-old sister to the street to sell popsicles.My mother has poor eyesight and needs to walk with a cane. When she sells goods along the street, she always meets acquaintances. The 9-year-old sister felt ashamed, so she stopped helping and played wildly outside with a group of children all day long.From that time on, my mother had a knot in her heart, so that in the following days, both mother and sister were strangers.

The 3-year-old Qiaoqiao has become her mother's only hope.In the bustling crowd, she often splits up with her mother and sells goods in two big markets.At that time, there were about 20 small vendors selling popsicles, and the competition was fierce.However, none of these grown-ups can sell them pretty.Because anyone who sees such a little girl with sweat "drawing" black and white "dao" on her face will feel distressed.In this way, Qiaoqiao has a large number of regular "repeat customers".

The day Qiaoqiao delivered medicine to her father for the first time, it was snowing heavily outside and the north wind was howling.Xiao Qiaoqiao walked on the way to the mental hospital with one foot deep and one foot shallow.When she arrived at the payment office of the hospital, she stood on tiptoe, put a lot of change in her hand into the window, and said, "This is Liu Yiming's medical expenses." Seeing such a small child, her face was flushed with cold, and the hospital staff felt deeply. Can't help being surprised, and said with emotion: "What a poor child."

My sister doesn't care about anything at home, and just plays around outside all day.The young Qiaoqiao took on all the housework. Her shoulders were still so weak, but she had to carry this heavy burden.Later, Qiaoqiao's father was discharged from the hospital. Although his condition improved, there were ups and downs.When she was sick, she didn't know anyone, and if she caught Qiaoqiao, she would be beaten up.

When my sister was 17 years old, she completely broke up with the family.At that time, my elder sister wanted to learn beauty and hairdressing, but she had to pay a tuition fee of nearly 10 yuan, but the family didn't have that much money, so she ran away from home in a fit of anger, saying that she would go to work to earn money.She met a man 1000 years older than her in the place where she worked, named A Tao.A Tao generously gave her [-] yuan after hearing her sister complain.My sister was very moved and fell in love with A Tao.It was half a year later when her mother found out that she was living with A Tao.

The mother was so angry that she found her sister and scolded her face to face.Qiaoqiao didn't expect her sister to scold her mother back, and the mother and daughter fought together in the end.My sister kept yelling like she was going crazy: "You beat me when I was a child, and now you still beat me, I want to strangle you! Why did you give birth to me? You can't give me happiness, you can't give me maternal love... "

It is conceivable how heartbroken the mother must be when she hears her own daughter say such heart-wrenching words.After returning home, the mother cried and complained to Qiaoqiao. In order to make her sister change her mind, the mother even taught "sex education" to the 11-year-old Qiaoqiao.Qiaoqiao probably understood what her mother meant, she wanted to say: Chastity is really important to a woman.Qiaoqiao couldn't listen anymore, so she said to her mother, "I'll go and get my sister back."

When Qiaoqiao saw her sister, she only spoke half of her words, and her sister cried, hugged her and said, "Qiaoqiao, you are still too young, you don't understand many things..." Qiaoqiao understood that her sister wanted to find someone Rely on, want to have a warm home.But she could also tell that the man named A Tao didn't really want to marry his sister.

Sure enough, after a quarrel, my sister broke up with A Tao.Later, my sister dated three more boyfriends, they were similar to A Tao, they only wanted to love and live together, and they didn't want to get married.The injured sister, disheartened, began to smash the cans.At that time, Qiaoqiao not only had to sell ice cream and do housework, but also followed her sister every day, because she was afraid that something would happen to her sister.

One night a few months later, several boys coaxed and tricked my sister into a hotel for a drink.My sister has a solid eye, and she couldn't stand their enthusiastic persuasion to drink, so she drank too much soon.They dragged her sister to a room in the hotel, and Qiaoqiao was terrified and knocked hard on the door.Several boys opened the door and saw that it was just a little girl, and she was not bad, so they moved their minds and pulled Qiaoqiao into the room.Just then, the police came in—the one that Qiaoqiao had called in advance.

After her sister sobered up, Qiaoqiao shouted at her angrily: "Do you want me to follow you forever?" After learning the truth, the sister looked ashamed and decided to stay away from those dubious people and go home with Qiaoqiao.In order to ease the relationship between mother and sister, Qiaoqiao also told her mother not to scold her sister too often, otherwise she would run away from home.Under Qiaoqiao's reconciliation, the mother and daughter can finally get along peacefully.

In fact, my sister loves Qiaoqiao very much.When Qiaoqiao was 13 years old, her mother was so happy that she took her two daughters to see the ice lantern.At that time, tickets cost 15 yuan a ticket, and 3 people cost 45 yuan.My sister said: "Qiaoqiao likes to sing so much, let's save the money and let her learn to sing?" For the first time in her life, her mother agreed to her sister's proposal.

(End of this chapter)