You shot me from behind; I still believe it was the gun that misfired

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During World War II, a unit engaged in fierce battles with enemy forces in the forest, and eventually the last two soldiers lost contact with their unit. The reason these two soldiers were able to take care of each other amid the fierce battle without distinguishing between themselves was that they came from the same town. They struggled through the forest, encouraging and comforting one another. More than ten days have passed, and they still have not been in touch with the troops. Fortunately, they killed a deer, and with its meat they could survive for a few more days. Perhaps due to the war, the animals in the forest scattered or were killed off, and aside from that deer, they never saw any other animals again. The little bit of deer meat left was carried on the younger soldier’s back. One day, they encountered enemies in the forest; after a fierce battle, the two managed to evade their opponents skillfully. Just as they thought they were safe, a gunshot was heard; the young soldier at the front was shot, but fortunately he was only injured in the shoulder. The comrades behind rushed over in panic, too scared to speak coherently, and hugged their companion while crying uncontrollably. That night, the unharmed soldier kept thinking of his mother, his gaze fixed straight ahead. They all thought their lives were about to end, and the deer meat around them remained untouched. No one knows what kind of mental journey they went through that night. The next day, the troops found them. http://mmbiz.qpic.cn/mmbiz/vaicibSwmu0cEfkbm8zXjAAicpT*b8CD4kAqRaPH7YsrJSiaNicSkzMOe7AdAOX3iatT1j9avcY9kd9lzp5Qu4YExPDA/640?Thirty years later, that wounded soldier said, “I know who fired the shot; it was my comrade, who passed away last year.” When he held me, I touched his hot gun barrel, but that night I forgave him; I knew he wanted to keep the deer meat for himself in order to survive, and I also knew he was trying to survive for his mother. For the next 30 years, I pretended not to know anything about it and never mentioned it. War is too cruel; his mother never got to see him return home. After the war, I went with him to pay tribute to the elderly man. He knelt in front of his mother’s portrait and asked for my forgiveness. I didn’t let him go on talking; we have been friends for over twenty years, and I have no reason not to forgive him. ”It takes a great deal of tolerance to endure someone else’s stubbornness, arrogance, rudeness, and ignorance. Unable to bear malicious slander and preoccupied by it, one can only cause fatal harm to oneself. It’s easy to say revenge with kindness, but rather than returning to compassion, friendliness, and peace, it’s more about forgiving oneself. Where does a life of peace and prosperity come from? Yes: Enduring humiliation. In most interpersonal relationships, pain often comes from the people closest to us and in whom we have the most trust, who end up hurting us. But the real problem is this: even though a long time has passed, the victims still remember vividly and keep reliving those experiences... Thus, when consciousness is focused on pain and resentment, it naturally loses the strength to look forward and break free from that predicament. As a result, he ended up punishing himself for a lifetime because of someone else’s mistake! Yeah, why not treat yourself? Having read this, I believe you will agree with me: it is a story that shakes the soul! Life is but these short few decades; how exactly should we spend them? Some people, when faced with certain circumstances, lock their hearts in a \"prison,\" remaining gloomy all day long; they may even feel deep resentment, to the point where life seems worse than death... Everything in life serves one purpose: to remind us to become wiser, more compassionate, and more creative... Let go of others’ mistakes and free your own heart. Just like the young soldier in the text, he was able to forgive and let it go that very night! It seems like forgiving others, but in reality it’s freeing oneself. Yes, what really hurts you is often not the thing itself, but your perception of it. Rather than holding grudges and suffering for life, it’s better to let go right away! Life can be so wonderful! http://mmbiz.qpic.cn/mmbiz/vaicibSwmu0cEfkbm8zXjAAicpT*b8CD4kAADZn5HI7Urw83J1ZobncqgRsVibYC1WZKagMNYqdNhYb1xd2v1MlJYg/640? The last thing that comes to mind is: What is trust? Trust means that even if you shoot me with a gun, I still believe it was just a stray shot.