Be the architect of your own destiny

Japan's Nakata repair job everywhere, after being fired more than a dozen times, despair, decided to commit suicide to end their infinite trouble and pain.

One night, Nakata repair came to a street lane, lying in the middle of the road waiting for the call of death. Soon a small black car came speeding along, but stopped just in time to hit him -- and the driver shouted at him, "Get up and get over here."

"It's really unlucky not to be given the convenience to end one's own life." Nakata stood up swearing, then staggered to the river across the street.

Just as he was about to jump into the river, he suddenly found a sign hanging not far away that read "Leze Design Institute". His chaotic mind suddenly lit up: why do you have to die, it is also good to open a design training class...

Originally, Nakata repair has always had a dream: to be a designer, to open a company of their own. To this end, he went to work for a printing company, and then spent his spare time studying the works of the design company, and taught himself design. After six months, he finally learned the design technology, and began to think about the design training class. At first, it only held "Sunday classrooms", and then rented public places as classrooms to accommodate more students.

Eventually, Nakata built a formal design school. In April 959, Osamu Nakata's "Tokyo Design Institute" was established in Osaka -- so named in honor of the design institute in Tokyo that saved his life. Later, under his painstaking management, "Tokyo Design Institute" became a first-class design institute in Japan.

Balzac said: "Suffering for a genius is a stepping stone, for capable people is a wealth, and for mediocre people is a boundless abyss." Bad luck, only indomitable, tenacious struggle, in order to out of the plight, win the favor of the goddess of luck.

There was an unfortunate man who, when he was less than three years old, was stricken with the infamous discoloration of scarlet fever, and the doctors declared that he would not live ten days. At the age of eighteen, he suffered from an undiagnosed illness, so that the priest of the Catholic Church gave him the last unction, which is reserved for the very sick.

When he was 20, he joined the Navy and was sunk by the enemy in a naval battle. He swam for hours to a nearby desert island, but his spinal cord was damaged, leaving him vulnerable to paralysis and a lifetime of injections and pills. A few years later, in London, he contracted Addison's syndrome, which can never be cured. It left him weak, with abnormal blood circulation throughout his body and his body losing its ability to fight infections. He also suffered from gastrointestinal problems, allergies of unknown origin and hearing loss.

Here was a man who had endured a lifetime of pain and suffering, and who, through hard work and hard work, had achieved something almost unmatched in his time: he had become a student of Harvard and Stanford; He was confined to bed for a long time, but he tried his best to read an unknown number of historical and military works, and was well versed in military history of all ages. With the help of an assistant, he wrote "The Brave One," which won the Pulitzer Prize in 1957; He was also a prominent social activist who ran for three consecutive terms in the U.S. Senate and, at the age of 43, defeated the pack to become the youngest president in U.S. history.

He was John F. Kennedy.

In his memoirs, there is this striking line: "There is no invincible defect, and every man is the architect of his own fate."