A black American, Jacek Kurth, was a reporter for a little-known U.S. tabloid at the time. Kurth was a reporter for a little-known U.S. tabloid at the time. Because of racial discrimination, he was in that newspaper he felt all sides, ostracized. The most important thing to do is to socialize with other people.
At that time, the American oil king Hammer has become famous in the world, and the editor-in-chief of the newspaper hoped that a few journalists could interview Hammer, in order to improve the reputation and selling point of the newspaper.
Jeske then secretly vowed in the back of his mind, must be independent to complete the manuscript, in order to let them dare not belittle their own.
Late one night, Jeske finally stopped Hammer in front of a large hotel and sincerely hoped that Hammer could answer a few short questions for him.
Instead of getting angry at Jacek's soft-pedaling, Hammer just said, in a pleasant manner, "Some other time, I have important things to do."
In the end, forced to do nothing, Hammer agreed to answer him only one question. Jacek thought about it and asked him about one of the most sensitive topics, "Why was it that Your Excellency's oil exports to the Eastern European countries decreased a while ago, while those of your biggest rival increased slightly. This seems inconsistent with Your Excellency's current status as an oil king."
Hammer, still nonplussed, calmly returned, "To care for others is to care for yourself. And those who want to excel in the ability to compete if they know that caring for others requires only a little understanding and generosity, but can win unexpected gains, then he will regret it. To care, is a most powerful way and the best path."
After Hammer left, Jacek stood on the street in frustration. He thought Hammer was just playing a trick on him. Of course, the interview didn't go as well as he'd hoped, and he was left with a nagging feeling that Hammer's remarks hadn't made any sense.
It wasn't until 10 years later that he read this story in a report about Hammer -- before Hammer became an oil king, he was once an unfortunate runaway. One winter, the young Hammerchurch with a group of companions exiled to the United States in Southern California, a small town called Waltham, where he met the kindly mayor Jackson.
It can be said that Jackson played an immeasurable role in Hammer's success.
That day, winter rain fell, and the path by the flower garden in front of the mayor's door became a quagmire. So pedestrians crossed through the flower garden, making a mess of it. Hammer also deplored for the mayor, so despite the cold rain shower body, a person standing in the rain to watch over the flower garden, so that pedestrians from the mud through. At this time out of half a day of the mayor smilingly picking a quart of slag back, in front of a confused Hamer from the calmly put the stove slush in the slush.
As a result, no one passed through the flower garden anymore. Finally, the mayor of the town said to Hammer meaningfully, "You see, take care of others is to take care of themselves, what's wrong with that?"
From this story, Jacek also finally realized that everyone's heart is a flower garden, and everyone's journey in life is like the path in front of the flower garden. And the sky of life is not all wind and sunshine, nor wind and frost. Those who walk in the rainy road if there can be a road that can be smooth and pass, who is still willing to trample on the beautiful flower garden, hurt the good heart?
Since then, Jacek has been open with other colleagues at the newspaper. He knows that understanding and generosity are most likely to shorten the distance between two hostile hearts, and care is the most beautiful bridge between the two hearts.
Colleagues no longer ostracize him, affectionately called him "black egg". Until many years later, he stepped down the burden of editor-in-chief of the newspaper, a person secluded in the countryside to spend their twilight years, around him jumping around the different colors of the children also shouted him "black egg", because, his neighbors really can not remember what his name.
Belmondo's modest success: God gave him only two apples
Belmondo was born into a poor family in Paris. Belmondo was born into a poor family in Paris. His mother was at her wits' end, and her enthusiasm for her son's success diminished.
Belmondo was forced to drop out of school when he was a teenager, and in the face of his mother's tired face, in addition to chagrin and frustration, he cleaned up the house, and did some snacks to win his mother's smile.
The first step is to make sure that you have a good understanding of what is happening in the world, and that you have a good understanding of what is happening in the world.
By chance, Belmondo was employed as a small boy in a very luxurious hotel in Paris. He was an ordinary-looking man with no special skills, and anyone could tell him what to do. Later he went to the catering department as a small chef to help some of the dessert masters to listen to the fruit, with seasoning. The only chip dessert he would make at that time was to put the pulp of two apples into one apple, and that apple would appear to be plump, while on the outside it was not at all obvious that it was two apples put together, and the cores were all skillfully removed, and it tasted especially sweet.
Once, this farewell dessert was found by a noblewoman who had long chartered the hotel. She tasted it, admired it, and made a special comment to Belmondo. This has been unappreciated simple boy excited that he will continue to work hard to live up to the lady's common sense.
Although your wife has a long package of the most expensive suite, but only less than a month of the year to spend time here, but every time she comes here, will be named point that Belmondo dessert.
In those years, the Parisian economy was in the doldrums, and the hotel was laying off a certain percentage of its staff every year. However, the unassuming Belmondo is safe and sound every year - the lady is the most important guest of the hotel, and he, the lovely Belmondo, is an indispensable person in the hotel.
On the day of the hotel's lavish celebration, each of the chefs made a special dish. When it was Belmondo's turn, he still carefully made the only dessert, to his mother in the family seat, tears in the eyelashes, murmured: "I am a very ordinary and ordinary people, I have wanted to bring a little difference to my mother, but I did not do it. I hope that today, when I have earned a place for myself in this ordinary position, my mother can taste this sweet snack that I made 10 years ago."
With the crowd watching, that elderly mother, with tears of happiness in her eyes, savored the hotel's far-famed signature dish one bite at a time. She finally knew, Belmondo is not an ordinary and bumbling people, because God gave him two apples, but he skillfully modulated into a unique and impressive apple. Back then, the knife neglected him, but fortunately, God never despises humility, even though all God could give him were two ordinary apples.