As long as it is their own choice, then no regrets

A little boy almost considered himself the unluckiest child in the world, crippled by polio and with jagged, protruding teeth. He seldom played games or played with his classmates. When the teacher asked him to answer questions, he always kept his head down and said nothing.

One ordinary spring day, the boy's father asked for some saplings from the neighbor. He wanted to plant them in front of the house. He told his children to plant one each. The father told the children to buy a favorite gift for the one whose sapling grew best. The little boy also wanted to get his father's gift. But the sight of the brothers and sisters jumping and watering the tree somehow gave me a cold thought: I wish the tree I planted would die soon. So after watering it once or twice, he never spoke to it again.

A few days later, when the boy went to see that the tree he had planted had turned up perhaps the better claim, and he was surprised to find that it was not only not dead, but that it had several new leaves and looked greener and more alive than the tree his brothers and sisters had planted. Keeping his promise, the father bought the boy his favorite gift and told him that judging from the tree he had planted, he would grow up to be an excellent botanist.

From then on, the little boy gradually became optimistic.

One night, the little boy was lying in bed, unable to sleep, looking out of the window of the bright and bright moonlight, suddenly remembered what his biology teacher had said: plants generally grow at night, why not go to see their own kind of small tree. When he tiptoed into the yard, he saw his father splashing something under the tree he had planted with a spoon. All at once, he realized that his father had been secretly fertilizing the little tree he had planted. He returned to the room, let tears wanton flow......

Several decades passed, the lame little boy did not become a botanist, but he became the president of the United States, his name was Franklin Roosevelt.

Love is the best nourishment in life. Even if it's just a spoonful of water, it can make the tree of life grow. Perhaps the tree is so ordinary, humble; Maybe the tree is so thin, even a little withered, but with the nourishment, it can grow luxuriant, even into a giant tree.