What is it that makes you feel weak?

From the time of asking for directions, it is clear that it is a local, and it is clear that it is very familiar with the place asked, but it is said that don't ask me, I don't know, from a very anxious thing to find a department of the company to do, all kinds of excuses ignore you, and then the manager of a **, fart followed to do it.

When doing some public activities at school, sometimes you feel shallow, because there are some people who just play tricks on yourself and use your integrity with them to achieve their own goals.

When I first started working, my home was burglarized, and I didn't have any money at that time, and when I borrowed money from my colleagues, no one was willing to lend it to me, which made me feel that the people's hearts are really too weak now.

Giving up a seat to someone on the bus is a serious situation, and some people don't know to give up their seat when they see a disabled elderly person or a pregnant woman. Obviously he doesn't have much difficulty, but he is not considerate of others.

When I was in elementary school, I felt that my heart was very weak. I usually speak a lot of smug, and it's easy to hurt people's hearts. But one time I accidentally made a girl unhappy by talking, and then she joined all the girls in the class to ignore me, and then I didn't have a friend in the whole elementary school.

When I was in junior high school, when I was in junior high school, I was in charge of a class of people, and then I thought about a lot of things for them, and then I thought I could do everything well, but then I found out that you thought you were doing something for them, but they thought it was what you should do.

When a small animal appears on the road, and the traffic comes and goes, but there is no one to help it, no one to pick it up, at this time, I feel that people's hearts are weak, and they have lost their basic kindness.

Once, there was a girl in the dormitory, because she had a bad stomach, so she vomited, and several other people in the dormitory said, why does it smell so bad? Didn't care about what this girl thought at all.

My father was sick once, and when he was in the hospital, I didn't have a lot of money at home, so I wanted the doctor to give money first, but the doctor said that I had to give money before I could give it, and I felt that people were weak at that time.

When I came home from a business trip and took the subway, I met a woman with a child in her arms and decisively gave up her seat. Hearing them discussing where to go, I also pointed out the route and transfer plan for them. I want to call ** to report to my family, and I am in arrears.

So I borrowed the woman's ** to hit it, and the woman glanced at me, put away her smile, didn't say a word, and looked into the distance. There were no more words in the whole process.

The second child had no children and no daughters, a lonely old man, and unfortunately died of illness. The heritage is extensive, including properties in urban areas in first-tier cities. According to the law, if the parents are absent and there are no children, the inheritance is naturally divided equally between the siblings.

The third child has no opinion, but the eldest refuses, thinking that he is closer to the second child and should get more - nine-tenths of the inheritance. A rough estimate of the total value of the estate is at least 6 million or more, and less than 10 million. The third child is entangled, cares about family affection, and asks the child's opinion.

This kid is my friend, and he asked me what I thought. I just told him that it was in accordance with the law and that he did not owe his shares.

Can giving up millions of possessions be exchanged for a cherished family affection? Is the family affection in exchange sweet enough to make the parents happy and happy in their later years? Later, the third child was determined to protect his rights and interests and not back down.

When the eldest learned of the third child's intentions, he secretly hid the key to the property, which made the property distribution unable to continue, and the third child had no choice but to sue the court and demand an equal share according to the law. **Before, the boss posted in the circle of friends, desperately lamenting that people's hearts are not ancient, family affection is weak, and the desire for profit is consumed. A month later, a friend told me that the mediation failed, ** once, and the verdict was not issued.

During this period, I learned from a friend that before the second child died, the eldest family was applying for affordable housing - in order to be eligible to apply, they sold their own house and transferred the property to the child's name (it may be the child's object, I can't remember exactly).

When I graduated from junior high school, I wrote a few words in a corner of a classmate's memorial book: Why don't you die? When I was in the third year of junior high school, my parents didn't have time to take care of me, so I transferred to a township middle school in my hometown, which was also the beginning of my nightmare for a whole school year.

At that time, I was probably out of step with the atmosphere of the whole school. A five-story school building does not have a single toilet. According to some of my classmates, I came in through the door at the beginning of the school year and I was "white and reflective" in their eyes.

When I was a student, I always liked to walk together, whether I went to the toilet, smoked or fought, and I didn't like to be alone. At that time, I didn't know anyone in my class, and they had known each other since elementary school, and they knew each other in the same school, and their parents may have been "good partners" of relatives. At that time, I was also irritated because I had come from the city to the countryside and was confined to live in an unfamiliar relative's house.

I don't talk to my classmates very much. One day I received a confession letter. That's right, it's a confession letter.

My classmates, I thought it was a prank and threw it away. And guess what's next? The boy who wrote me this confession letter probably thought I was annoyed that I had rejected it.

So I inexplicably had a lot of rumors, and this rumor directly led to me being watched. Someone would come and see me after class.

When I was in a car in high school, I met a thief who picked up a man in his 20s, and shouted "What are you doing, this is my brother". The thief spoke viciously to each other, relying on his fighting skills, and verbally counterattacked, the thief showed his knife, the whole car exclaimed, the driver braked, and everyone ran out of the car within 30 seconds, including the 20-year-old man. 6 stitches on the left leg.

When I was in college, I was robbed in the middle of the night, and I chased after him. The gangsters had no choice but to drop the satchel, and the robbed man snatched the satchel from my hand and ran back. The gangster, who was still running, stopped and stood still looking at me.

I was nervous, trembling and holding ** while calling the police while walking into the Internet café not far away, and played CF all night.

Work rent, on the first floor lives a waste scavenger lady, in her 70s, every time before taking out the garbage, she will take out the mineral water bottle, and take it to the old lady when she goes downstairs to take out the garbage. The useless quilts and clothes at home are also washed and packed, and they are left at the door at night. One day, when I went downstairs, I accidentally stepped on the vegetables planted by the old lady's son in the garden, and scolded him.

The old lady rushed out of the door when she heard the sound and threw the garbage in her hand directly at me. The mother and son grabbed me and asked me to pay 10 yuan, and left 50 yuan. Went home and smashed the trash can.