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02/10/2026

Be Thankful for What You Have

This is a picture of a Chinese boy named Wang Fuman. Two years ago, a teacher took a photo of him that went viral.

To take an important exam, Wang walked 5 kilometers in freezing weather—minus 9 degrees Celsius. He wore only a thin jacket and no hat. His hair and eyebrows were covered in frost, and his cheeks were bright red from the cold.

There was no heating at his home or school. All the students had to keep their coats on during class. Wang was determined to get a good education, knowing it was his only way out of poverty.

He worked hard on the exam and scored 99 out of 100.

After the teacher shared Wang’s photo online, many people wanted to help. They raised 3 million yuan (about $450,000). The money was used to install heating at Wang’s school, buy heaters, and provide warm clothes for poor children in Yunnan province.

Wang was also invited to visit Beijing. What impressed him most was this comment: “At home, we burn charcoal and sleep in our jackets. Here, the houses are so warm I can walk around in just a shirt! Heating is a miracle!”

This story reminds us that we often fail to appreciate what we already have.

02/07/2026

I parked my car in an outdoor lot. I forgot to roll up my window—my mind, as always, must have been elsewhere. I returned many days later. Look what a perfect stranger did for me in my absence. Look at this beautiful note of love: “Your window was down and the rain was coming. I did my best to help you out. xx — The green truck next to you.”

By the time I saw it, the green truck was long gone. I will never know who left it, but I love you. Thank you for this kind act toward a stranger.

I’m sitting in my parked car, unable to drive, tears in my eyes. Once again I’m reminded of this sacred truth: Never doubt that thousands of invisible hands are helping you at all times. Love is everywhere, even when unseen. The tenderest care arrives when you least expect it, often from someone whose name you’ll never know.

Thank you, Green Truck. Thank you.

02/07/2026

After the breakup, we deleted all contact information. Today is the 72nd day. Just five minutes ago, I received a verification message: “How are you recently?” I didn’t reply. Three minutes later, another message appeared: “Sorry, I really miss you.” I still ignored it. An hour later, he called again. Seeing the number’s location, I knew it was him. I didn’t answer or hang up. Looking at the familiar number, tears soaked my cheeks. It was unwillingness, it was reluctance—I couldn’t tell anymore. Now I face two choices: regain what I’ve lost or start a new life. Which one hurts less? I thought about it all night and finally refused.

I can’t forget how I survived those days when no one cared. After you left, I locked myself in a small dark room, ate only one meal a day, lost 20 pounds in a week, cried every day, and couldn’t sleep at night. I knew there was no hope, yet I waited endlessly. In just three months, it felt like three lifetimes. You went around and came back, realizing I was the best. You said you loved me, then said you didn’t. In the end, you were the one who proposed getting back together. Why do you think I can always forgive you, reunite with you, and hold no grudges? How many times have I naively believed you, only for you to hurt me again? You loved me less than anyone else and hurt me more than anyone else.

So I have to ask: Where were you when I gave up my dignity to keep you? Where were you when I waited desperately for your return? Where were you when I needed company and comfort in my darkest moments? It was you who taught me that endless flattery and catering only get a response, not love. You will never understand true coldness because the pain isn’t yours. You can’t comprehend the hurt. Those nights, those days when I dared not cry out loud, the feeling of tears rolling down my face—only I know. I tell you now: I can never reconcile with you in this lifetime. When you desperately wanted to leave, you weren’t afraid of losing me at all.

I’ve seen you shirk responsibility, yell at me, look at me sadly then walk away without a care. I’ve seen myself become mentally broken like a madman. But I haven’t seen you love me for a long time—only watched you love others.

Do you know? From that day on, it took me a long time to find myself again. I became wary of everything I once obsessed over, guarding against the pain of loss, and holding no expectations of anyone. Now I live well alone. I no longer have wild thoughts, no longer place high expectations on anyone, no longer stay up all night heartbroken, and no longer rush out of the shower to reply to your messages. Even if there are thousands of roads in the world, I no longer want to walk any with you. You were my dream of gain and loss; to you, I was someone you could have or not. Flowers bloom and fall—everything has a beginning and an end. We don’t need to meet or be together again.

Finally, I understand: losing is more realistic than having. No matter the relationship, when love ends, the fate ends. Blame yourself for the faults and leave politely.

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