Angel is knocking at the door.

When I was a child, my grandmother often told me stories about angels. She said that angels would knock on our hearts and send us letters. "It's no use waiting for an angel to open the door for you," grandma said, "because the door to your heart has only one latch, which is within your power. You must listen quietly. The angel knocked at the door, immediately opened the door and opened it. "

I like this story very much. I always ask my grandmother over and over again, "What will the angel do?" "Angels never say' hello'. You reached out and picked up the letter. The angel ordered' stand up and go forward'. Then angels will fly, and all you have to do is act immediately. "

I didn't go to college. I started my business career with an old stroller (carrying two young children), and now I have a big company. There are two reasons for my success: first, I read at least six books a week, and I hear their voices in the books of those successful people; Second, whenever I hear an angel's knock on the door, I immediately knock on my heart. Sending letters from angels is sometimes a new idea in business and sometimes a good way to solve work problems. They kept coming in.

One day, however, the angel's knock on the door stopped. That day, my husband rented a forklift to deliver forage to the horses at home. When my daughter Lily drove the forklift back to the car rental agency, she asked her father for a ride. Unfortunately, the car suddenly overturned while going downhill. Lily was pinned under the car and her left hand was seriously injured.

Let's get Lily to the plastic surgery hospital. The doctor operated on her many times, and every time she cut off a little of her left hand. My heart aches. Lily just started learning piano not long ago! And because I like writing, I always hope Lily can learn to type early.

The thought that Lily missed many wonderful things in her life because of this terrible accident.

"Oh, you're right," she replied, looking at me. "At school, the teacher told me that as long as we can help others, we won't be disabled. If only you could meet our teacher who teaches typing. She was born without hands and feet, but she has a stick in her mouth, which teaches us all to type and helps us all. "

"bang! Hey! " Suddenly, I heard a loud noise hit my heart. It was an angel who sent a letter!

I immediately ran out of the ward and called the office manager of IBM in the corridor, telling him that my daughter almost lost her left hand, and asked him if he had a fingerprint of typing with one hand, and even a typing picture with a stick in his mouth, all of which were free. Please leave your address and we will deliver it for you.

On the day I sent Lily back to school, I had a fingerprint in one hand and Lily's arm was still wrapped in a thick bandage. I asked the headmaster Lily if she could learn typing instead of going to physical education class. The headmaster said that there is no precedent for this kind of thing, and the teacher who teaches typing may not want to give himself this trouble, but you can discuss it with that teacher yourself.

As soon as I entered the typing room, I noticed the motto posted on the wall. Many of them are the words of Nightingale, Franklin, Edison and Churchill. I'm relieved that I found the right person. The typing teacher said that he had never taught one-handed typing before, but he wanted to discuss it with Lily during lunch break. He said, "Let Lily and I learn to type with one hand."

Soon, Lily can finish her English homework by typing. Lily's English teacher is also a polio patient, and her weak right arm is drooping. One day, he criticized Lily: "Lily, your mother cares too much about you. Your right hand is good, you should finish your English homework by yourself. " "No, sir." Lily smiled and explained, "I have a fingerprint of IBM typing with one hand. My typing speed is 50 words per minute." When the English teacher heard the news, she sat in a chair in surprise. After a while, he said slowly, "It has always been my dream to be able to type." Lily said, "Come and see me during lunch break. I can teach you. "

On the day when I first gave my English teacher a typing lesson, Lily came home and said to me, "Mom, Donny is right. I am no longer disabled. I am helping others realize their dreams. "

Today, lilies are fruitful. She taught many employees in our company to use the mouse with their left hand, because she used her left hand and thumb to direct the mouse to fly all over the screen.

Shh.-Listen! Did you hear the knock at the door? Open the latch, open the door of the soul! Remember, an angel never says "hello", but her greeting is always "stand up and go forward!" " "