The most valuable thing is not what the eyes can see

On the train from New York to Boston, I found the old gentleman next door to me was blind. My doctoral thesis professor was blind, so I had no difficulty talking to the blind, and I made him a cup of hot coffee.

At that time, during the Los Angeles race, we talked about racial prejudice. The old gentleman told me that he was a Southerner of the United States and thought that the black man was inferior when he was a young man. His servant was a black man and he never had dinner with the black man in the south, I have never studied with a black man. When he went to study in the north, he was assigned a picnic, and he wrote "we reserve the right to reject anyone" on the invitation ". In the south, this sentence meant "we don't welcome black people". At that time, he was arrested by the head of the department and scolded. He said that sometimes he met a black clerk. When he paid, he always put the money on the counter and asked the black man to take it, instead of getting in touch with his hand. I smiled and asked him, "of course you will not marry a black man !" He laughed: "How can I marry a black man if I don't associate with them? To be honest, I thought that any marriage between a white man and a black man would humiliate my parents ."

But he had a car accident while studying at the Boston Institute. Although it is hard to survive, my eyes are completely blind and I cannot see anything. He entered a blind re-building school, where he learned how to use a word skill, how to walk by walking cane, and so on. Then, we can finally live independently. He said: "But what worries me most is that I don't know if the other party is black ." I spoke to my psychological counselor about my problems. He tried to enlighten me as much as possible. I trusted him and told him everything, and thought of him as my mentor and friend. One day, the counselor told me that he was a black man. Since then, my prejudice has gradually vanished. I don't know whether a person is white or black. For me, I only know whether he is a good person or a bad person. As for the color, it is meaningless to me. The car was approaching Boston, and the old gentleman said, "I lost my eyesight, my prejudice, and my happiness !"

On the platform, the wife of the old gentleman was waiting for him. The two men embraced him affectionately. I suddenly found out that his wife was a black man with silver hair. I found out that I have good eyesight, so I am still biased, how unfortunate it is! This is a good story. It reminds me of the little prince...

The secret the little prince's Fox gave to the little prince is: "the most valuable thing is not what the eyes can see. You must feel it with your heart. "You cannot believe what you hear, feel it with your heart, and think about it ....