The Peddler selling sweet potatoes taught a lesson to Chinese Solenoid Valve Man

On the way home from work on Friday, I saw someone selling sweet potatoes, which suddenly reminded me of the story I had with a sweet potato peddler last winter. I remembered one particularly cold day last winter, a Chinese person from Shanghai came to Ningbo to source for a Chinese solenoid valve manufacturer for an American customer. AAK was his first stop, and the meeting lasted a long time. It wasn't until 5:30 pm that he left with satisfaction. I walked out of the factory and felt extremely cold outside. At this moment, I received a call from my wife, who said that it was particularly cold outside today and asked me to come back early. Dinner was already ready. I was very happy when I received this call, thinking that the steaming dinner at home was waiting for me, so I hurried home. On the way home, I found a person standing by the roadside. In front of him was a round stove with a pile of sweet potatoes on it. It turned out to be a peddler selling sweet potatoes while roasting sweet potatoes.

I can see that he is shivering in the cold wind, but not many of these piles of sweet potatoes have been sold. I thought to myself that his task for today has not been completed yet, and the benefits for the day have not yet been realized, so he must persist here. And I, on the other hand, can immediately return home and have that steaming dinner. By comparison, compassion arose naturally. I bought 8 sweet potatoes from him in one go, and I thought to myself, if I buy one more sweet potato from him, I can make him go home earlier. I bought 8 sweet potatoes and went home with a sense of satisfaction along the way. There's nothing wrong with this sense of satisfaction, after all, I did a moral kindness and helped him. But I also have a sense of superiority, I thought to myself, after all, I am a small boss of a Chinese solenoid valve manufacturer, he is just a peddler.

I returned home with this sense of satisfaction and superiority. Sitting down at the dining table, I remembered the peddler selling sweet potatoes and suddenly realized that my realm was very low. I helped him, in Buddhism, it's called giving. When I was giving to this peddler, I had a sense of superiority that was condescending. This kind of help was very self-centered and not selfless. People need to help each other, but when you help others, don't think you are one level higher than the person being helped. If I, a small boss of a Chinese solenoid valve manufacturer, urgently need help in a special occasion in the future, and in this occasion, perhaps a peddler helped me selflessly.

When the peddler gives me a helping hand, if he is very self-centered, he won't help me. So I understand that the peddler selling sweet potatoes is certainly shivering in the cold wind of nature. In fact, I, a small owner of a Chinese solenoid valve manufacturer, am also shivering in another cold wind, and the wealthy on the list may also often shiver in a special cold wind.