A grateful story 1 One winter evening, Sun, the driver of Shanghai Volkswagen Taxi Company, received a guest who was going to Puxi for dinner in Pudong. Shortly after the car entered the tunnel, the guest suddenly asked to turn around. Sun explained that you can't turn around in the tunnel, you can only turn around in Puxi. The guest told him that he had changed his trousers when he went out and had no money with him. If you turn around in Puxi, you won't have time to eat. Sun replied with a smile, it doesn't matter, I can send you there for free.

When the bus arrived at the hotel, Sun handed the guest three boarding passes and told him that he had no money on him. When he comes back, he can dial the number above and ask the public taxi to pick you up. These three tickets can pay the fare in 30 yuan. Even if it is not enough, the Volkswagen driver will send you back.

Two days later, Sun was hired as the driver of the president of new york Bank Shanghai Branch. It turned out that the guest who wanted to turn around by car that night was the president of new york Bank Shanghai Branch.

A grateful story. A penny can't beat a hero. He Shouyi used his quick wits and thought of someone. This man, Lin, seems to live nearby. They met on the journey. He Shouyi sleeps in the upper berth and Lin sleeps in the lower berth. The two chatted very speculatively and left contact information when they broke up. Thinking of this, He Shouyi took out his notebook and found the contact address left by Lin: Maling Village, Qikou Town, Xifeng County. At that time, communication was not developed, and the contact address was actually the home address, and there was no telephone.

He Shouyi was going to borrow a bike from Maling Village, but he caught a cold and was weak. So he decided to send a telegram to Lin Yuan, telling him his predicament. However, when he came to the post office in the town, he knew that it would cost at least a few yuan to send a telegram, and there were only a few dimes in his pocket, which was not enough. He Shouyi was so anxious that he was sweating all over. He asked if he could owe the telegram fee first, borrow it first and then pay it back. The clerk said she had to ask the manager. She can't decide.

Mr Chen, the director and messenger, is receiving letters at the moment. He Shouyi laughed when he heard that he was going to send a telegram to Maling Village. This comrade, Maling village is 20 miles away and belongs to his own jurisdiction. There is no need to send a telegram. By the way, we are distributing postcards. Postcards are convenient and quick. It can be delivered on the same day. You'd better buy a postcard. He Shouyi was overjoyed. He spent 50 cents on a postcard and wrote his predicament on the back. He hoped that Yuan could lend him money from 200 yuan to help him tide over the difficulties.

The postcard was sent, but he didn't know if he could borrow money. On the one hand, he and Lin only slept in the same carriage for one night, and there was no deep friendship; On the other hand, he is not sure whether the contact address Lin left for him is true. He Shouyi's idea is very reasonable, because the address he left for Lin is a fake address. I often run outside, and anyone can meet me. How can I just say my home address?

He Shouyi's worry is unnecessary. In the evening, Director Chen came to the hotel. "He happily told He Shouyi that I handed the postcard to Lin. He is in a hurry. He wants to see you, but his daughter-in-law is ill and can't leave her. Let me give you money. "Say that finish, director Chen 200 yuan money from his pocket and handed it to He Shouyi. He felt ashamed with money in his hand. At the time of crisis, Lin met at the same time, and was able to lend a helping hand, but left a fake address for others. If Lin leaves a fake address like his, he will be miserable today.

Thanksgiving story 3 A boy living in poverty sells goods door to door in order to save his tuition.

In the evening, he felt tired and hungry, but the sales were really poor and he was a little desperate. At this moment, he knocked on a door, hoping that the host could give him a glass of water. It was a beautiful young woman who opened the door, but she gave him a cup of thick hot milk, which made the boy very grateful.

Many years later, the boy became an excellent surgeon. A sick woman was transferred to the hospital where the surgeon was, because her condition was so serious that the local doctor could do nothing. After the surgeon finished the operation for the woman, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the woman was the young woman who enthusiastically helped him when he was hungry and cold many years ago. It was that cup of hot milk that made him confident again.

As a result, when the woman was worried about the expensive operation fee, she saw a line on her list of operation fees: operation fee = a glass of milk.

These days, people are rarely moved, and they are no longer moved by anything. Even if they will be moved, they will only be moved by objects that only they will be moved.

In fact, the world has something in common.

Those who are unmoved by these stories, those who have not reflected, must have temporarily lost something very important in their emotional world, or lost some of the most precious things forever!

Gratitude is a knot of grass, a drop of water and a clear spring.

Gratitude is a virtue and a realm.

Gratitude is a precious opportunity, which is worth waiting for all your life.

Gratitude is a century feat worthy of your life.

Gratitude is a kind of love education that you should cherish all your life.

Gratitude is not a noisy moment of gratitude for psychological balance, but a silent and eternal return from the heart.

Gratitude makes life full of sunshine and the world full of warmth. ...

Grateful story 4 He Shouyi paid off the hotel accommodation and returned to the mountain freight forwarder smoothly. He Shouyi's dry goods store is located in the old city that is about to be demolished. He is busy choosing a store and moving ... as the Spring Festival approaches, we will settle down and reopen. Many years ago, when business was at its peak, this busy time came to New Year's Eve. He Shouyi remembered that he had been back for more than two months, and he didn't even want to write a letter to express his gratitude to Lin.

He Shouyi guiltily wrote a sincere thank-you letter to Lin and remitted 200 yuan money to Maling Village, Wukou Town, northern Liaoning. After that, He Shouyi felt a little comforted. Unexpectedly, his letter to Yuan-and 200 yuan's money were all returned!

Later, He Shouyi changed careers and didn't go to Wukou Town to buy mountain products, so he didn't have a chance to go to see Lin and get the 200 yuan money back. He Shouyi is a person who can repay kindness, which has become a burden on his heart. Actually, 200 yuan is a trivial matter. The key is not to thank Lin. He felt very sorry.

Ten years later, He Shouyi's business gradually improved. This spring, an order from Shenyang sent an invitation letter to He Shouyi. In fact, He Shouyi has his own regular supplier, but he decided to participate. He has his own plan. It's not far from wukou town to Shenyang. He wants to meet Lin. Ten years later, the debt can no longer be repaid.

He Shouyi discussed with his wife, met Lin and gave him 20xx yuan. The wife doesn't know why she gave ten times more. He Shouyi shook his head: "No.What he bought for 200 yuan ten years ago may not be worth 20xx now."

Just as He Shouyi was about to hold an order meeting, something happened in his business circle. A couple from Northeast China set up shop here and met with difficulties.

In a hungry city, a rich and kind baker gathered dozens of the poorest children in the city together, then took out a basket of bread and said to them, "Each of you has a loaf of bread in this basket. You can come and get a loaf of bread every day before God brings good times. "

In an instant, these hungry children rushed up like a swarm of bees. They pushed baskets and shouted that everyone wanted bread. When each of them got the bread, no one thanked the kind baker and left.

But there is a little girl named Eva who is an exception. She neither quarrels with others nor competes with others. She just stood humbly one step away and waited for the other children to get it before picking up the smallest bread left in the basket. She is in no hurry to leave. She thanked the baker, kissed his hand and went home.

The next day, the baker put the bread basket in front of the children, and the other children scrambled to eat it as they did yesterday. Shy and poor Eva only got half as much bread as the first day. When she came home, her mother cut the bread and many shiny new silver coins fell out.

Mother exclaimed in surprise, "Send the money back at once. You must have accidentally kneaded the dough when you were kneading it. Go, Eva, go! " When Eva told the baker what her mother said, the baker said lovingly, "No, my child, it's not wrong. I put the silver coin in the bun and I will reward you. May you always keep such a peaceful and grateful heart. Go home and tell your mother that the money is yours. " She ran home excitedly and told her mother the exciting news, which was her gratitude in return.

At night, a sheep was playing alone on the hillside, and suddenly a wolf came out of the Woods. The sheep jumped up to eat the sheep, desperately resisted with its horns and shouted for help from its friends. The cow looked at the place in the bushes, found it was a wolf and ran away. The horse looked down and found it was a wolf, so it ran away. The donkey stopped and found it was a wolf. He slipped down the hill quietly. The pig passed by and found it was a wolf, so it rushed down the hill. Hearing this, the rabbit left like an arrow. Hearing the sheep barking, the dog at the foot of the mountain rushed up the mountain, flashed out of the grass and bit the wolf's neck. The wolf screamed in pain. When the dog took a breath, the wolf ran away in fear.

When the sheep came home, all their friends came.

The cow said, why didn't you tell me? My horns can gut a wolf.

Ma said, why didn't you tell me? My hooves can kick a wolf in the head.

The donkey said, why didn't you tell me? I screamed and scared the wolf.

The pig said, why didn't you tell me? I arched my mouth and let it fall at the foot of the mountain.

Rabbit said: Why didn't you tell me? I can run fast. I can deliver letters.

There are no dogs in this noisy group. True friendship is not rhetoric, but a hand that holds your hand at a critical moment. Friends who walk around you all day and make you a little happy are not necessarily real friends.

To friends who never leave our lives, it's not easy to go through 1 year, it's a miracle to persist for 2 years, it's a miracle to be together for 3 years, it's a confidant to endure for 5 years,1year is still there, you should walk into life, and it's your acquired relatives who will never leave for 20 years.

In this fickle era, pay more attention to friends around you, understand more, calculate less, learn to be grateful, and don't forget people who are kind to you.