In a small town, I sat in the living room of my home with all sorts of bills and documents piled up in front of me. These are the wreckage of my failed startups. A few years ago, with my dream and enthusiasm, I started my own small factory, hoping to drive the development of the township and provide job opportunities for the people in my hometown. But the reality is far more cruel than imagined, the market recession, management mistakes, the rupture of the capital chain, all the problems are like a snowball, and finally crush me.
I was in despair almost every day, feeling like I was getting nowhere, and even started to think about giving up everything and getting out of here. At this time, my father walked into the living room. He was old, but his eyes were still steadfast.
Give up?He asked softly, no reproach in his tone, only deep concern.
I nodded, my voice hoarse, "Yes, Dad." I couldn't cope with it, it was too stressful. ”
My father walked up to me, sat down, looked out the window, and seemed to recall: "Do you remember, when you first started your business, how many people gave you hope? The workers, they see you as their hope, and many of them come here with dreams of changing their lives and their families. ”
I looked up at him, and my heart ached. The father continued: "I know you're sad right now, and it's hard to accept failure. But have you ever thought about what will happen to those workers and their families?They may be like you, pinning all their hopes on this factory. ”
I was silent, and the sense of self-reproach and heaviness in my heart intensified. Yes, I thought about my failures, but I ignored the people who changed the course of their lives because of me. My failure is not just about me, but also about the workers who trust me and follow me.
My father saw my struggle and gently patted me on the shoulder: "Life cannot be smooth sailing, the important thing is to learn to stand up in the midst of setbacks." Not for yourself, but also for those who have pinned their hopes on you. ”
At this time, I realized that this was not only a challenge for the economy, but also a test of my sense of responsibility and perseverance. My father's words were like a beam of light shining into my gloomy world, allowing me to rediscover the direction and strength to move forward. I knew that no matter how difficult the future was, I couldn't just give up.
Taking a deep breath, I began to revisit the endgame in front of me. Yes, I failed, but if I choose to give up, then all the efforts, all the hopes of all the workers will be in vain. I can't let my failures drag down the people who trust me and rely on this job to support their families.
I looked up at my father, and my fighting spirit began to burn again in my eyes: "Dad, I..."I can't just give up. ”
A hint of relief flashed in his father's eyes, and he nodded lightly: "That's good." Remember, the bravest thing to do in the face of difficulties is to keep going, no matter how difficult the road ahead may be. ”
In the days that followed, I began to sort out my debts, communicate with creditors, and try to find a glimmer of life for the factory. Although the process was extremely difficult, I did not fall into despair again. I often think of the faces of those workers, their expectations, their families, and these have become the motivation for me to keep going.
Gradually, some of my former colleagues and friends found out about my situation and they reached out to help. Some have provided financial assistance, while others have provided opportunities for operational cooperation. I began to feel that although failure was lonely, it was not hopeless. People are willing to help those who don't give up and have the courage to take responsibility.
Time passed slowly, and although the factory was not completely out of the woods, the situation had improved a lot. I have also learned a lot of valuable lessons in the process, and I have grown into a more mature and responsible person.
I know this is just a new beginning, and the road ahead is still full of unknowns and challenges. But I'm no longer the panicked person I am, trying to run away from a setback. I learned to take responsibility, I learned to persevere, and more importantly, I learned to keep hope and persevere no matter what difficulties I encountered.
My father used his wisdom and experience to teach me valuable lessons, and I finally understood the value of responsibility. I understand that only by facing it bravely can we truly grow and surpass. It all started that day when my father asked me to think about the workers, the people who had pinned their hopes on me.