# You shot me in the back, and I still believe it went off

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**Published on:** 2022-04-28
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## Content

During World War II, an army fought fiercely with the enemy in the forest, and the last two soldiers lost contact with the army. The reason why the two soldiers can take care of each other in the fierce battle is that they come from the same town. They trudged through the forest, encouraging and comforting each other. More than ten days later, they still haven't contacted the troops. Fortunately, they killed a deer and were able to spend a few more days relying on its meat. There may be no reason for them to be killed except for the animals in the forest. The only remaining venison was carried on the younger soldier. One day, they met the enemy in the forest. After a fierce battle, they skillfully avoided the enemy. Just when they thought they were safe, they only heard a gunshot. The young soldier walking in front was shot. Fortunately, he only hurt his shoulder. The comrades in arms behind ran over in fear, incoherent with fear, and cried bitterly with their partners. In the evening, the uninjured soldiers kept talking about their mother with straight eyes. They all thought their lives were coming to an end and the venison around them didn't move. No one knows what kind of mental journey they experienced that night. The next day, the army found them. After 30 years, the wounded soldier said: "I know who fired the shot, my comrade in arms. He died last year. When he hugged me, I met his hot barrel, but that night I forgave him. I know he wants to keep the venison alone and survive. I also know he survived for his mother. For the next 30 years, I pretended not to know about it and never mentioned it. The war was so cruel that his mother still didn't wait for him to go home. After the war, I held a memorial ceremony with him for the old man. He knelt down in front of his mother's portrait and asked for my forgiveness. I didn't let him go on. We have been friends for more than 20 years. I have no reason not to forgive him. " A person can tolerate other people's stubbornness, self righteousness, arrogance, arrogance and ignorance, which depends on great mental capacity. Can not stand malicious slander, tangled in this, can only cause fatal harm to yourself. It's easy to repay good for evil, but it's better to let go of yourself than to return to kindness, friendliness and peace. Where does the happy and auspicious life come from? Yes: endure humiliation. In most interpersonal relationships, pain often comes from the closest and trusted people around, hurting themselves. But the real problem is: Even if the matter has passed for a long time, the victims still have fresh memories and repeated afterthoughts Therefore, when consciousness focuses on pain and resentment, it naturally loses the power to look forward and get out of the mud. As a result, Leng is to let others make a mistake and punish yourself for a lifetime! Yeah, why don't you let yourself go? Reading this, I believe you will feel the same as me: This is a shocking story! Life is just a few decades. How should we spend it? Some people, when they encounter something, lock their hearts in a "cage", frown and lock all day, and even suffer from deep hatred, and even life is worse than death All people and things in life have only one purpose to remind you to become a more intelligent, loving and creative person Let go of other people's mistakes and free your heart. Just like the young soldier in the article, he was able to forgive and put down that night! It seems to forgive others, but it's actually letting go of yourself. Yes, what really hurts you is often not the thing itself, but your view of things. It's better to put it down immediately than to bear a grudge and end up suffering all your life! Life can be so beautiful! Finally, I think of a sentence: What is trust? Trust is when you hit me with a gun. I still believe it's just a misfire.

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