Frieda Nicholson Woodroffe is a peasant woman in Sedgwick County, Kansas City.

1966, on August 27th, Freida, who was nearly 40 years old, helped paint the wall of a local children's day care center and drove home by herself. On my way back, I met a careless driver and had a serious car accident.

Petite body was black and blue, her face hit the windshield many times, her nose fell off, her mouth was crushed, and her once charming blue eyes were squeezed out of her eyes. ...

A few hours later, she was finally taken to the hospital. However, due to brain injury, the doctor could not give her painkillers within the first 24 hours.

Throughout the accident, she stayed awake and tried to breathe, although sometimes it took nearly a minute to breathe. The pain burned around Frida like a fire, and everyone around him was so distressed that he cried. After 24 hours, the doctor can finally give her an analgesic injection, and then she can sleep for a long time.

Frida didn't wake up slowly until she felt water dripping on her hands. It was the children's tears. Looking at the children, Freda said the first sentence since the accident: I forgive the driver.

Freda had 22 plastic surgeries before getting a new face.

Now she has a mysterious smile like Mona Lisa on her face, which is joyful and sly. Her eyes, including artificial eyes, have been shining with touching brilliance when blinking.

When she was in her eighties, someone asked her: Do you resent the changes brought about by this car accident?

Freda replied with a big smile: Change me? No, that car accident didn't change me. I'm still the same person. I have always had inner beauty.

I really think of this story more than once, especially now that my body has also suffered a major disaster.

When our life is hit hard, we can choose to let it beat us or let it help us improve ourselves. This is a reflection that Frieda helped me complete, which made me rethink the meaning of my existence.

On the twentieth day after the first operation, I went to Shanghai alone to consult a doctor.

At first, there was a message in my heart that I didn't know where it came from. In a place as big as Shanghai, finding a good hospital and a good doctor to see you is not just a matter of money. Time is yours, but your illness cannot wait.

Now I want to rearrange all the previous decisions, including why I put my first operation in Ningbo. The main reason is my inner panic. When I learned of my illness, I wanted to accept it calmly. On the surface, I was really calm, but my inner panic made me almost unable to think hard and make a decision for myself, just waiting for my family to arrange everything for me to see a doctor. To tell the truth, the family also made a decision in a panic.

Panic is chaos, chaos is at a loss. There happened to be an acquaintance of a doctor in Ningbo Hospital, so we went.

Let alone Ningbo Hospital. The reason why I went to Shanghai hospital again shows that I have really accepted my illness. I know that there are authoritative hospitals in Shanghai for my illness.

Although it doesn't matter, I wasn't sure whether I could hang up the outpatient number of the doctor I was looking for at first, but I have a belief in my heart: there will be a way to solve it.

Later, I did meet a good doctor on the good doctor APP. After receiving the news that I was ill, she immediately told me that her clinic time made me hang up, and she also told me the hospital address with great care. On the day I went to the clinic, she wrote down the specific address of the hospital on a piece of paper and told me that I could get to the hospital by driving at these two addresses.

A man went to Shanghai, and a man went to the hospital for surgery. From Xujiahui campus to Pudong campus, it was successfully completed in one day. Chatting with my cousin that night, she said that I was one of the few people who went to Shanghai for hospital alone. I sincerely say that one's efficiency is really high. If we have family around, we may have to take care of each other, which will delay a little time more or less. More importantly, because I met a good doctor, this is a link in my time to deal with everything. Including going to Pudong for hospitalization, she gave me the phone number of a hospital teacher in advance. I have no idea who the teacher is. When I called, she only asked me if I had a nucleic acid test report. I said I could get it the next day, and she said she would try her best to arrange it for me, so that I could call her again at four o'clock that afternoon to ask her the result. Results At three o'clock in the afternoon, on my way back to the hotel from Xujiahui campus, I received a phone call from her, telling me that I could go to the hospital directly when I got the nucleic acid report the next afternoon.

At that time, I called my husband and said that I could go through the admission formalities tomorrow. My husband was an accident because his father was seriously ill a few years ago and had to go to Shanghai for surgery. It took nearly half a month to go to the clinic, have a check-up, see a surgeon and have an operation.

Think of Teresa Langdon's words: believe like a child; Then a miracle will happen.

What happened to me is a miracle. How did all this happen? Is it arranged by heaven?

I once read one of the author's theories in a book called A World Without Complaints: Thought creates life.

I really believe that there is energy, positive energy and negative energy around us. When a person has positive thoughts and is full of positive energy, it will attract more positive energy around him, then many things he expects will be realized one by one; On the contrary, if a person's thoughts are always negative, then he will gather more and more negative energy, and then what he is worried about and what he doesn't want will follow.

Many times, when we want to achieve a certain goal, it is easier not to talk about it all the time or pay full attention to it. We should think about this problem from a higher level, only talking about our own hopes and people who can provide solutions, so that the time to solve the problem will be shortened and we will become happier in the process of solving the problem.

For example, when I decided to come to Shanghai for treatment, I told my husband my decision. Then I started looking for a hospital online. After determining the hospital I wanted, I took the APP to see a doctor. Then I got in touch with the doctor, accepted her advice, made an appointment and went to Shanghai for a face-to-face visit.

The most important thing is that I trust the doctor I am looking for. I only receive all the information related to my illness from her and then make my own judgment and screening.

I don't discuss it with my family and friends. Once, an acquaintance volunteered to tell me that she had been to the hospital in Shanghai after learning about my illness a few years ago. She had a "scalper" phone call asking me if I wanted it, and told me to register quickly. In fact, when I arrived at Shanghai Hospital, I found many posters posted by doctors, some of which reminded patients not to ask the scalper number. If I accept her kindness and do what she thinks, I may cause a lot of trouble.

Today, when I wrote these words, I began to thank my illness. Maybe someone will laugh at me for being a little crazy and say such things. The disease is still with me. I must be prepared for the next four or five years, but I am really grateful.

I reread Frieda's story because I was sick this time. What I imagined was not the scene of her injury and her long recovery period. One scene I always remember is that she tried to breathe. What I keep seeing is her smiling face. I always remember what she said: I forgave the driver.

The fire of disaster can devour us and exercise us, can't it?

Difficulties can be a tragic ending or a new beginning of joy.

I won't be crazy about my illness, but I will be intoxicated with myself and begin to rethink and understand the meaning of my existence.