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为什么我要把《给阿嬷的情书》的精神带进我的课程

 

《给阿嬷的情书》里有一句最触动人心的话:

“做人要有情有义。”

之所以这句话让无数人落泪,并不是因为它有多么深奥。

恰恰相反。

因为我们心里都知道,这是对的。

但我们也隐隐约约知道,我们已经离它越来越远了。

我们活在一个讲求效率的时代。追求速度, 结果, KPI, 流量, 成功。

渐渐地,我们变成了另一种人。一种很现代、很理性、很高效的人。

但与此同时,我们也变成了一种很忙、很累、很空的人。

  • 我们越来越容易忘记别人对我们的好。
  • 越来越少主动关心别人。
  • 越来越少把时间留给重要的人。
  • 甚至有时候,连自己也忘了如何去爱。

所以,《阿嬷的情书》让我们哭。

不是因为电影让我们哭。

而是因为电影让我们想起了自己的人生。

  • 想起那些来不及说出口的话。
  • 想起那些被忽略的人。
  • 想起那些曾经有情有义,如今却被忙碌掩盖的自己。

这部电影的导演说,这部电影讲的是讲情义。

而我发现,这和我半年前出版的《爱的智慧》竟然如此相似。

在《爱的智慧》里,我提出了三个核心:

关爱(Care)
勇气(Courage)
连接(Connection)

  • 关爱,是情。
  • 勇气,是义。
  • 连接,则是情义在人与人之间产生的力量。

当一个人愿意关爱别人,愿意做对的事,愿意建立真诚的连接,

情义便自然流露出来。

当我写《爱的智慧》的时候,我从来没有想过,竟然会有一部电影,把我想表达的东西演绎得如此生动、如此感人、如此深入人心。

因此,身为培训师,我觉得自己有一种责任, 不仅仅是教导知识, 更重要的是传播情义, 帮助人们重新学习如何关心别人,如何理解别人,如何珍惜别人,如何建立真实而长久的关系。

所以我决定把《阿嬷的情书》的精髓——情与义

融入我的课程之中。

如果《阿嬷的情书》感动了千万观众,

那么我希望透过我的《爱的智慧》书和课程,帮助更多人把感动变成行动。

让“做人要有情有义”,不只是电影里的一句台词。

而是我们每一天都能实践的人生智慧。

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