A fable about coordination

On the train from new york to Boston, I found that the old gentleman in the seat next to me was blind.

My doctoral thesis supervisor is blind, so I have no difficulty in talking with the blind. I also made him a cup of hot coffee.

It was during the racial riots in Los Angeles, so we talked about racial prejudice.

The old man told me that he was from the south of the United States, and he thought that black people were inferior from an early age. His servant is black. When he was in the south, he never ate with blacks, nor did he go to school with blacks. When he was studying in the north, he was once invited to have a picnic by his classmates. He even wrote in the invitation that "we reserve the right to refuse anyone". In the south, this sentence means "we don't welcome blacks". At that time, he was caught by the dean and scolded.

He said that sometimes when he met a black clerk, he always put the money on the counter for the black man to get, and refused to have any contact with the black man's hand.

I smiled and asked him, "Then of course you won't marry a black man."

He laughed: "How can I marry a black man if I don't associate with them?" To tell the truth, I thought that any white man marrying a black man would humiliate his parents. "

But when he was a graduate student in Boston, a car accident happened. Although he survived, he was completely blind and could see nothing. He entered a rehabilitation center for the blind, where he learned how to use Braille skills, how to walk with crutches and so on. Slowly, he was finally able to live independently.

He said: "What bothers me most is that I don't know whether the other person is black or not. I talked to my psychological counselor about this problem, and he tried to enlighten me. I trusted him very much, told him everything and regarded him as a mentor.

One day, the counselor told me that he was black himself. Since then, my prejudice has completely disappeared. I can't tell whether the other person is white or black. For me, I only know that he is a good man, not a bad man. As for skin color, it means nothing to me. "

As the bus approached Boston, the old man said, "I lost my sight and prejudice." What a happy thing. "

On the platform, the old man's wife is waiting for him, and they embrace each other warmly. I suddenly found out that his wife was a black woman with silver hair. I just found out that my eyesight is good, but my prejudice is still there. How unfortunate.

Eyes mislead and even deceive us in many cases. The blind man is lucky because he must see many worlds with his heart and "see" it more truly. Therefore, we should not only look at things with our eyes, but also look at them with our hearts. Observing the world with only eyes is mostly incomplete; The heart can understand the real soul.

2. A newly assembled Jason Chung was placed between two old clocks. Two old clocks "Tick-tock" and "Tick-tock" are walking minute by minute.

One of the old clocks said to Jason Chung, "Come on, it's time for you to work. But I'm a little worried. I have gone 32 million times, I am afraid you can't stand it. "

"Oh, my God! 32 million times. " Jason Chung was surprised. "Want me to do such a big thing? Can't do it, can't do it. "

Another old clock said, "Don't listen to his nonsense. Don't be afraid, you just have to count every second. "

"There is nothing so simple in the world." Jason Chung expressed doubts about this. "If so, I'll try."

Jason Chung easily "ticks" every second. Unconsciously, a year passed, and it did it 32 million times.

There is a strong lock hanging on the iron gate, and an iron bar has spent a lot of effort, but it still can't be pried open. The key came, and its thin body got into the keyhole. With a slight turn, the big lock opened with a bang. Die-hard asked strangely, "Why can't I open it after all my efforts, but you open it easily?" The key said, "Because I know his heart best."

4. In order to expand its business scale, a large company with fairly good benefits decided to recruit marketing executives with high salaries. As soon as the advertisement came out, the candidates gathered.

In the face of many applicants, the person in charge of recruitment said, "Horse racing is not as good as horse racing. In order to select high-quality talents, we set up a practical test: find ways to sell wooden combs to monks as much as possible. " Most applicants are puzzled and even angry: what's the use of a monk's wooden comb? Isn't it obvious to make fun of people? So they left one after another, and finally there were only three applicants, A, B and C. The person in charge told me, "Only 10 days, and then report the sales results to me."

Arrive on the 5th. The person in charge asked A: "How many pieces do you sell?" Answer: "1." "How much is it?" A tells the story of his hard work, lobbying the monk to buy a comb, with little effect, and he was scolded by the monk. Fortunately, on the way down the mountain, he met a young monk who was scratching his scalp in the sun. A had a brainwave and handed over a wooden comb. The young monk was filled with joy after using it and bought one.

The person in charge asked B: "How much?" Answer: "10." "How much is it?" B said he went to a famous ancient temple. Due to the high mountains and strong winds, the pilgrim's hair was blown out of order. He went to the abbot of the temple and said, "It's disrespectful to the Buddha not to trim the edges. Put a wooden comb in front of the incense table in each temple for good men and women to comb their temples. " The abbot took his advice. There are ten temples on that mountain, so I bought a 10 wooden comb.

The person in charge asked C: "How many pieces are sold?" Answer: "1000." The person in charge was surprised and asked, "How much is it?" C said he went to a famous temple in the deep mountains, where incense was very strong. Pilgrims and donors are pouring in. C said to the abbot, "Visitors who come to pilgrimages have a pious heart. The temple should give something back as a souvenir, bless them with peace and good fortune, and encourage them to do more good deeds. I have a batch of wooden combs, and your handwriting is excellent. You can engrave the word' Jishan comb' and make a gift. " The abbot was overjoyed and immediately bought the wooden comb of 1000. Donors and pilgrims who got the "Jishan comb" were also very happy. One spread ten, ten spread a hundred, pilgrims increased, incense more prosperous.

It sounds ridiculous to sell wooden combs to monks, but different thinking and different sales methods have different results. Developing new markets where others think it is impossible is the real master of marketing.