Although a three-minute story is not long, it can still give us a lot of positive energy. Below is a three-minute inspirational story that I have compiled for your reference! Three-minute inspirational story: Life can’t be so exciting that only games are left.
Twenty years ago, a man in Buenos Aires, Sussex, England, Christian Jumande, a young man from Wrighton, graduated with honors from the University of Sussex in English Literature. After graduation, he found a very good job. By chance, Zhumande saw a man get a large bonus from the betting game machine in the bar. He was excited and wanted to try it. You must know that Jumande has very rich knowledge in literature. He can easily list 500 names in Dickens's novels, tell the population of major cities in Africa, and know the names of each Wimbledon finals. Grouping status, etc.
Jumande's erudition allowed him to win an 80-pound prize in a pub effortlessly. The moment he took the money from the boss, the young man felt it was incredible. That night, a man stood opposite Zhu Mande, pointed at him, and said seriously: "From tomorrow on, you will use your wisdom to make money. Games will become your career, and games will definitely become your life!" Opposite Zhu Mande, there is a mirror.
He has really lived a life that everyone envies since then. Zhumande started from the bars around him and conquered them one by one. With his wealth of knowledge, almost no problem in the game machine in a bar can faze Jumande, and he can earn between 40 and 60 pounds every hour. In one year, he easily earned more than 50,000 pounds. What makes Jumande even more excited is that the money he won from the gaming machine does not have to pay any taxes because it is classified as gambling income. Sheffield, Leeds, Manchester, Newcastle, in the past twenty years, Zhumande's gaming footprint has spread all over the UK. After visiting the bars in one city, he would go to another city and continue to travel to major pubs, bars and nightclubs. And using the bonuses he earned leisurely, Zhu Mande paid off his college tuition and lived a life of traveling around the world. He even used the money he won to pay for his wedding and married a beautiful wife.
March 3, 2013, is Zhu Mande’s 40th birthday. On this day, British netizens voted for a special award: the most exciting game in life? Award. Jumande is the winner of this award. To everyone, this award is undoubtedly the most dazzling gift God has given him. However, in the face of such an honor, Zhu Mande showed a calm expression. On the same day, he made a surprising decision: to end his previous gaming life and find a new job! His decision caused a lot of sighs. Many friends around me expressed confusion: After playing games and making enough money, you enjoy every day. Zhu Mande, what else are you dissatisfied with?
Zhu Mande replied: "This is the case. My gaming life is indeed enviable, but you have only seen my carefree side. Every day, I have to stare at the screen and play quizzes for 10 hours. The questions on the game console are very taxing on my brain, and sometimes even make me lose consciousness. During these twenty years, I have been very free, but such freedom comes at a certain price. The nerve cells in my brain were destroyed one by one because of the game; my body organs began to develop abnormalities due to long-term sitting and lying down; for the sake of the game, I have been living in a virtual world, which caused me to lose time to communicate with real people. While I was earning wealth and gaining excitement in the game life, I lost them? Health, communication, etc. Without these, is my gaming life still exciting?
Saying "Stop" to the gaming life may be Christian Jumande's most correct decision. After all, a person's life cannot be so exciting that only Download the game. Three-minute inspirational story: I have been away from home for many years and have become a guest
My mother was busy around the pot, my father was slapping me back and forth, but I was sitting on the threshold basking in the sun, playing with my mobile phone, and occasionally chatting with my parents. Homely. The neighbor's sister-in-law came into the hospital and shouted to the mother who was frying meat: "Are there guests at home?" The mother didn't even bother to raise her head and said: "Hey, it's our third child!" After hearing this, I was startled. I feel like I have been away from home for many years, rarely come home, and suddenly I feel like a guest.
In fact, I often cook, and I also try to get in front of my mother to help. But my mother turned her head and looked at me briefly, then shook her head and said jokingly: "There is a lot of dust in the house, there is a lot of rotten grass in front of the stove, and the cooking is smoky and oily. Don't make your clothes dirty anymore." It’s not easy to go home, so let’s take a rest!? I was immediately filled with shame, rolled up my sleeves, got busy, and told my mother through my actions that I was still a farmer and not so pretentious.
But if you really do it, you will become a headless fly; it is difficult to do anything, just move your mouth and keep asking questions. When cutting vegetables, you need to ask where is the kitchen knife? Where are the carrots? Where are the onions, ginger, and garlic? When making a fire, you need to ask where are the matches? Where is the firewood? What firewood is burning? When cooking, you need to ask where is the shovel? Where are the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and sugar? Where? How high can the frying be before the two elders can bite it? It's just adding trouble to mother's busy schedule.
Helpless, my mother laughed and sighed: "Forget it, I'll do it myself, you are really helping me more and more!" I stepped aside and looked at my mother's stooped figure, and couldn't help but feel sad. Is this still my home? I Are you still a member of the family? How do you feel like you are really a guest?
While my mother was busy with dinner, I suddenly had an idea and looked around for traces of my past at home. I still remember a stack of letters from when I was in normal school, which I kept at the bottom of the cabinet, hoping to keep them as memories of my youth. But I turned around and couldn't find it. My mother told me apologetically: "How many years have you not mentioned these letters? I thought you didn't want them anymore; but I was afraid that there would be some secrets, so I burned them for you!" Although I was reluctant to part with them, I comforted my mother and said: "I just want them." Suddenly I remembered that it was useless. ?
I looked for my old textbooks again, but they were gone; my childhood toys were gone; the clothes I wore, the mirrors I used, and the tapes I listened to were all gone. I didn't ask my mother again, I just sat there blankly, looking around this home where I had been with my childhood and youth, but I could no longer find any trace of my own life. Sitting here again, it feels like I'm a guest at my parents' house, familiar yet strange.
When I was eating, my parents kept putting vegetables into my bowl, which politely made me feel deeply uncomfortable and ashamed. After the meal, my mother quickly cleared away the dishes, pushed me aside as I was about to wash the dishes, and threw me the TV remote control. Then, he took out a brand new mattress, dried it in the sun, and said, "This is the same mattress you used when you returned home the year you got married." ?Thinking about it, because I am busy with work and have a daughter, I always rush home or leave in a hurry. I haven’t slept at home in eight or nine years.
My father said he wanted to go to the fields to dig peanuts and asked me if I would go. I asked happily: "Where are you going?" My father said: "Gudi Valley!" I was stunned for a moment, and my mother quickly reminded: "Oh, it's the same ravine where you fell from the tree picking persimmons when you were a child." ?I? Oh?? and followed my parents out the door embarrassedly. He entered the ditch but could not find his land. It's no wonder that since I haven't returned to the village to farm for many years, my memory has faded a lot. In addition, the land in the village was deserted and abandoned. My parents did their best to pick up good land to plant some peanuts, but I didn't know how to do it.
Accompanying my parents to pick peanuts, farm work has become unfamiliar. I struggled to carry my bags home. As soon as I entered the hospital, my mouth was already dry and my mouth was watering because of the yellow plums in the trees. He stretched out his hand, pulled the branch, picked a scoop, washed it, sat on the steps, and ate it to his heart's content. Unexpectedly, a child took his mother home and pointed at me as he walked: "Grandma, that's him, stealing your plums!"
My mother and I burst into laughter. The mother smiled brightly, laughing at the child's innocence; I smiled miserably, laughing at myself for turning into a "thief". I recited the poem "When children meet each other but do not recognize each other, they laugh and ask where the guest comes from." It was only when I encountered it today that I truly understood the embarrassment and sigh of He Zhizhang's "Returning to Hometown".
When I went home by chance, I couldn’t find the sense of belonging I once had. The village is the village of the ancestors and the new generation; the old house has completely become my parents’ old house after seeing me, a passerby, away. But I have been away from home for many years and have become a guest, and I can't help but feel lost. Three-minute inspirational story: Ask the loser to take the helm
A string of ringtones pulled Yang Hong back from his sleep. It was the call from his boss Qin Yizhen, asking him to come to his home on time at two o'clock in the afternoon. No early, no late, no mention to anyone.
Yang Hong had a hunch that it must be related to who took over the project between him and Li Qing. Is it necessary to make it so mysterious?
Recently, the company has a 500,000 yuan project, compared to the size of their company, this business is not small. In order to cultivate talents for the company, Qin Yizhen decided to select potential salesmen who had just arrived last year. Among them, Yang Hong and Li Qing were of equal strength and had the most outstanding performance.
At two o'clock, Yang Hong arrived at Qin Yizhen's villa on time. Qin Yizhen was drinking Pu'er tea leisurely. None of his family members were there. There was only an old gardener trimming flowers and plants in the yard.
Qin Yizhen poured tea for Yang Hong and talked about his family life like a father caring for his son. Yang Hong knew that although his boss kept a straight face every day, he was actually an enthusiastic person, so he started chatting with him.
After chatting for a while, Yang Hong noticed the exquisite Chinese chess set under the coffee table. Qin Yizhen slapped his forehead: "I remembered, you also like to play chess." ?
Yang Hong nodded: "It's a pity that my chess skills are not good." ?
?I am terrible at chess, but I really like watching people play chess. Lao Zhang can also play. You can play two games with him. ?Qin Yizhen called in the gardener Lao Zhang.
Yang Hong didn't even have a chance to refuse, so Qin Yizhen rushed to say: "Xiao Yang, don't underestimate Lao Zhang, he is very powerful." After saying that, he clasped Yang Hong's shoulder with his right hand and changed the subject, "However, Li Qing defeated him. I hope you can win too." ?
Yang Hong's shoulders were pinched so hard by Qin Yizhen that he suddenly realized: Let me tell you, how could he ask me to be a guest for no reason? Sure enough, the drunkard's intention was not to drink.
It is often said that the chess field is like a battlefield, and a game of chess is like a project. It seems that Qin Yizhen wanted to test their ability to lead the overall situation and select the project holder.
Yang Hong complained endlessly. He had little interest in chess and rarely played it, while Li Qing was often addicted to chess in his spare time. They had competed before, and Yang Hong was simply incomparable.
It's unfair to infer professional skills from chess skills, but this was a question chosen by the boss. He had no choice but to resign himself to fate.
When the chessboard was opened, Yang Hong and Lao Zhang chose red stones at the same time. Who was black and who was red had to rely on guessing the odd and even numbers. Yang Hongzhong, holding the red piece, goes first.
After a few rounds, Yang Hong felt that Lao Zhang’s level was not very good. He looked a bit dull, not clever or agile at all, maybe because he was old. Later, Lao Zhang gradually lost his temper, his eyebrows suddenly furrowed into one line, and his teeth were still biting his lip.
Yang Hong thought to himself, after all, I am quite old. Even if I can win, I don’t want him to lose too badly. After eating his horse and whipping his cart, he calculated the ten moves. He must win, so the offensive slows down. What I hope most is that he can admit defeat before dying.
Qin Yizhen gave Yang Hong some water. Yang Hong was a little surprised and nodded quickly to express his thanks.
Unexpectedly, after five moves, the situation turned around. Lao Zhang seemed to be a different person, and his chess skills just now were completely different from those before. I guess he deliberately made a few bad moves first so that he would be less cautious and think more quickly.
Lao Zhang already smiled, but Yang Hong felt that he was in danger. Qin Yizhen asked him if he wanted to drink a cup of coffee to refresh himself. Yang Hong just waved his hand and continued to think of countermeasures. Unfortunately, defeat was already decided. Yang Hong nodded and admitted defeat: "I lost." ?
Unexpectedly, Yang Hong received a notice the next day that he would take over the 500,000 yuan project. Yang Hong was puzzled. He tried to ask Qin Yizhen the reason several times, but he always avoided it.
Lao Zhang is not a gardener, but Qin Yizhen’s life-and-death friend. He is indeed a chess master. He can accurately judge the opponent’s level in just three or four moves and immediately adjust himself to a level below Depending on the opponent's level, it depends on how the opponent responds. In fact, Qin Yizhen also told Li Qing yesterday that Yang Hong defeated Lao Zhang, implying that he must also win, but the fact is that he also lost to Lao Zhang.
So the test is not about chess skills, but chess style. Qin Yizhen observed carefully and concluded that there are three main differences between Yang Hong and Li Qing:
1. Choosing stones depends on etiquette: Qin Yizhen introduced Lao Zhang’s chess skills, and Yang Hong and Li Qing also understood each other's level. Yang Hong chose the black stone out of respect for the opponent and also hinted that he was not good at chess, so please let me go first; while Li Qing saw Lao Zhang's wretched appearance and looked down upon him, so he chose the red stone and asked the other side to go first.
2. Comprehensive quality can be seen through passing moves: When playing chess, one can best see a person’s overall quality. Yang Hong took advantage of the victory and pursued, until he trapped Lao Zhang, and then left room for the opponent. He was decisive and tolerant, but he had no choice but to encounter a master-level expert; while Li Qing used ruthless moves step by step from beginning to end, using all his heart and leaving no room for anything. , without considering the other person’s feelings at all. In order to successfully complete a project, you must have a spirit of cooperation, whether with colleagues in your own unit or with colleagues in a cooperative unit.
In addition, Qin Yizhen added water to them twice. Yang Hong expressed his gratitude in good times and declined in dangerous times. He combined internal and external matters and understood the priorities; but Li Qing did not notice at all. When doing this work, it is difficult to effectively take into account the external situation.
3. After the chess game, look at the attitude: both lose, and the aftermath is different. Although Yang Hong felt unhappy, he calmly admitted defeat and faced the reality; but Li Qing did not give the other party an attitude, and his anger was obvious.
Yang Hong’s chess skills are far inferior to Li Qing’s, but his chess style is superior and he successfully took over the project.
Of course Qin Yizhen can't tell the reason. Judging a person's demeanor from a game of chess is one of his tricks for selecting talents.
Every time I want to choose a new person, I will ask Lao Zhang for help, and I will observe the demeanor, behavior, and trend of his subordinates from the side, making every project successful