It is necessary to have a career

In 1965, I worked as a librarian in a school library in Washington. One day, a teacher who taught a class for nine-year-old children came to me and said that there was a student in her class who finished his homework faster than all the other children. He wanted to find another job. Could he do something in the library? What. I said: "Let him come." After a while, a thin boy with sandy hair walked in. He asked: "Do you have any work for me to do?"

I explained to him the Dewey decimal system for classifying books, and he immediately understood it. Later, I showed him a large pile of expired library cards. I thought at first that the books on the card had been returned, but in fact the books were nowhere to be found due to the wrong card. He asked me: "Is this detective work?" I replied: "Yes." As soon as I finished speaking, he started doing it like an invincible detective. When the teacher came in and told him it was time to take a break, he had already found three books with the wrong card. He refused to rest and insisted on finishing his work first. The teacher said that the air in the library was not good and he should take a breath of fresh air, so he stopped what he was doing. The next morning he came very early. He said he wanted to finish looking for books. When he got off work, he said that he wanted to be a formal librarian. I readily agreed because he worked tirelessly.

A few weeks later, I found a note on my desk inviting me to the boy’s house for dinner. I was invited and went and had a great time. Before leaving, his mother said that their family would move to a neighboring community and their children would have to transfer to another school. But the first thing the child worries about is that he can no longer work in the original school library. Who will find the lost books?

The child is leaving, and I reluctantly say goodbye to him. At first I thought he was just an ordinary kid, but his passion for work made me think he was extraordinary.

I miss him very much. But this feeling of longing didn't last long, because a few days later, he didn't expect him to come back again. He told me that the librarian at his new school did not allow students to help in the library. He said happily: "My mother asked me to go back to my original school again. My father asked me to take a ride on his way to work. If he has something to do, I will walk to school."

What was going through my mind at that time A thought: This kid has such great determination and perseverance that he will definitely be able to do something great in the future. However, I had not expected that when he grew up, he would become a wizard of the information age, a micro-software giant, and the richest man in the world. His name is: Bill Gates.

Shi Chuanxiang is a manure-picking worker who "would rather smell the smell of one person in exchange for the fragrance of thousands of households." He is a native of Qihe, Shandong Province and a member of the Communist Party of China. He once worked in the cleaning team of Chongwen District, Beijing. Work.

Shi Chuanxiang was born in a poor peasant family. At the age of 14, he fled famine and lived in the suburbs of Beijing, where he was forced to work as a manure collector. In old China, excrement workers were not only discriminated against by society, but also squeezed and exploited by some evil forces within the industry. Shi Chuanxiang worked under these bullies for 20 years and suffered all kinds of oppression and bullying. After liberation, New China gave him the dignity of a human being, and he felt proud that the working class was the master of the country. He was full of gratitude to the party. With a simple heart, he remembered a popular truth: removing feces is also part of the cause of socialist construction. He regards digging manure as a very glorious labor, sets an example, takes pleasure in suffering, does not distinguish between inside and outside, works hard without complaint, is full of enthusiasm, and serves the people wholeheartedly.

Things that are within one's own duty. This kind of down-to-earth professionalism of doing what you do and loving what you do is worthy of each of us