Targeting life goals-woodmam

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Let us continue to read the story of the young man.

  The young man thought: hanging is no longer possible, the vine no longer allows you to hang; jumping is also no way to live, it is a dead end, there is no place to escape; but outside, there are terrible tigers, but there are also birdsong, there are flowers. The young man thought, "Is this the destiny of life? In the dark, he heard a voice shouting, "Don't be afraid, run." He finally reached the ground and saw the tiger closing its eyes at the bottom of the thick (yes, there are times when suffering closes its eyes), and he saw this opportunity to run wildly, and finally got rid of the tiger and returned home safely.

  Maybe our ability is indeed limited, maybe we can't get rid of our bad luck, but we don't need to despair. We can't escape from old age, sickness and death, we can't escape from our limited years, but we can escape from the tiger and from the disasters that come in our life. In the face of misfortune, setbacks and blows, we can run and struggle.

  The way to get rid of the lion is to run faster than the lion, which is the way of life. The so-called life path is the path of life.

  Two paths

  "O youth, come back! O Father, put me back into the entrance of life, and I will choose the right path!"

  When the years pass and you stumble on the dark mountain road, then you will cry out in pain, "O youth, come back, give me back my youthfulness!" That's just futile.

  The night of the New Year. An old man stood in front of the window, he sadly raised his eyes to the sky, the stars like jade lilies floating on the surface of a clear lake. The old man looked down at the ground, where several lives, more hopeless than his own, were heading to their destiny - the grave. The old man had also worn out 60 summers on his way to that place. During that journey, he had nothing more to gain than disappointment and remorse. He was old, his mind was empty, his heart was depressed, and an old age tormented the old man.

  He recalled the solemn moment when his father placed him at the entrance of two roads - one leading to the sunny world of ascension and peace, where the fields were full of harvest and soft, pleasant songs echoed in all directions, and the other leading the pedestrian into the dark, bottomless abyss, from which flowed venom instead of springs, and where snakes and pythons wriggled and spat their tongues everywhere.

  The old man looked up at Hao Tian and cried out in anguish and dismay: "O youth, come back! O father, put me back into the entrance of life, and I will choose a right path!" But the golden age of his father, as well as his own, was gone.

  He saw a shimmering light over the gloomy swamp, a light that wandered and passed in a flash, the years he had thrown away lightly. He saw a meteor fall from the sky, disappearing into the darkness. That was the symbol of himself. A sudden remorse shot through the old man's heart like a sharp arrow. He remembered his companions who had entered life with him in his early years, who had followed the noble, industrious path, and who had returned on this new night, laden with honors and immense joy. The towering church bell tower chimed, and the sound of the bell reminded him of the love his parents had shown him as a prodigal son in his childhood. He remembered the teachings of his parents at his initiation, and their prayers for his happiness. Intense shame and sorrow prevented him from taking one more look at the heaven where his father resided. The old man's eyes were dull, his tears were falling, and he cried out in despair: "Come back, my youth! Come back!"

  The old man's youth really came back. It turned out that those were just a dream he had when he dozed off on New Year's Eve.

  Although he did make some mistakes, he was still young at the moment. He devoutly thanked the heavens that time was still his own, that he had not fallen into the dark abyss, that he was free to tread the right path and enter the blessed cave, where the fruitful crops undulated and tumbled in the sun.

  Those who are still wandering at the gates of life, hesitating to know which way to go, remember, wait until the years pass and you stumble on the dark mountain road, then come back and cry out in pain, "Youth, come back! Give me back my youthfulness!" It will be in vain.

  Set a goal in life

  If you set your ambition, you can do whatever you want to do and reach your goal in life.

  We walked through customs and every nerve in my short seven-year-old frame trembled with fear as we explained the purpose of the trip. With my mom holding her big belly and me clutching the corner of her shirt, I heard her say, "We're going to Miami for a vacation." Even though I heard her say that, I knew in my heart that we weren't going home again - we were refugees.

  Arriving at Miami International Airport really dazzled me. Everyone was saying strange things that I didn't understand. We had no money, no home, just the clothes in our pockets.

  A few months later, we boarded a church-sponsored flight to Joliet, Illinois, and when the plane arrived at Chicago's O'Hare International Airport, we stepped out of the airport building into the winter of 1961, which we still remember today. We were greeted by a bitterly cold wind, almost four feet of snow, and there, in the midst of the snow, stood a young clergyman waiting to take us to our new home. For a young Cuban boy who had never seen snow before, this was an extremely new sight.

  The father was an educated man who owned a chain of gas stations and a car agency in Cuba. Although he did not speak English, he found a job as a mechanic and adapted quickly. With the assistance of St. Patrick's Church, we were able to find a small but comfortable apartment in a middle-class neighborhood. We didn't have much, but we had each other's overflowing love and my father's desperate desire to succeed.

  It was during this time that my father and his tattered Spanish edition of Carnegie's masterpiece, How to Win Friendships and Influence People, taught me one of the most important lessons of my life. He told me over and over again, "It doesn't matter who you are, where you come from, or what color you are. Just set your mind to something, whatever it is, you can do it." My father's words were a source of comfort and inspiration to me as my brother and I settled into the melting pot that is Chicago.

  My brother Ed and I had a hard time in school because we didn't speak English. We were pointed out to people, we couldn't join the team, and even having our bikes stolen was commonplace, but my father's words kept coming back to me. We also met some really nice people who helped us overcome the obstacles we encountered as we adjusted to our new environment. Many of these people are still my best friends today.

  I was only 14 when my father started teaching me the broad principles of free enterprise. He gave me eighteen dollars for every set of cylinders and engine heads I cleaned (we called it a cylinder job). Then he taught me how to go about hiring people to do the work for me, so I went out and found new customers and collected money and just went about my business. I didn't even know he was teaching me how to be an entrepreneur.

  I was also fortunate to grow up in a family that was overflowing with musical talent. I remember growing up listening to my mother sing beautiful Spanish songs. These songs inspired me to go to church choir as a boy soprano, and my brother Ed was influenced in the same way to form a popular rock band. I would attend every band rehearsal and sing with him and my mother in the evenings. Later, with my salary from working in a quarry and a scholarship, I attended Southern Illinois University to study opera and music. After two years of college, I went back to work in the quarry and saved the money I earned to move west to California.

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