马上要去公司报道了，公司要求写一篇：《A Message to Garcia》读后感。《A Message to Garcia》是一本好书，对我们这些刚刚踏入社会的人非常有帮助，希望朋友们能够读一下，会对我们有好处的……

    阿尔伯特．哈伯德先生所著的《A Message to Garcia》，文字虽然不多，仅仅2000字而已，但却留给人们去思考怎么样对待自己的工作以非常大的想象空间，当然我也受益匪浅。我想不管在以后的工作中还是以后的生活中，我们都要学习罗文那种不问原因尽职尽责完成交给自己任务的精神，还有在完成任务过程中所表现出来的惊人的毅力和决心，这些都是我们这些即将踏入社会和已经踏入社会的人应该具有，应该去学习，应该去完善的精神。

　　罗文是一个怎么样的人呢？事情还要从美西战争说起，美国总统要找西班牙反抗军首领加西亚将军，但没有人知道他确切在哪里。经人举荐罗西可以完成这项任务，于是总统就把这个任务交给了罗文。罗文接过这个任务，没有问为什么，也没问怎么样，把信收好就出发了，最后历尽磨难把信交给了加西亚将军，出色地完成了在很多人看来不可能完成的任务。

    现代企业非常需要像罗文这样的人才，虽然他可能没有过人的工作能力，但他有出众的对企业的使命感和主人翁感，而这些是一个人能够为企业做出他最大贡献所必须的因素。很难想象，如果一个员工没有了这种使命感和主人翁感，他会想企业之所想，做企业之所做，为企业所付出，为了完成企业所交给的任务任劳任怨！现在的社会是个思想开放的社会，很多人追求个性的释放，在完成任务中更多的是充满了好奇，个性化的因素非常多。正如《A Message to Garcia》中所做的实验：你叫你的手下作一篇摘要，他不会静静的回答：“好的，先生！”然后立即去执行，而是会用狐疑的声色盯着你，提出一个又一个的问题。这也反映了企业员工在某种精神上的缺失，这种精神就是罗文这种默默无闻，尽职尽责的工作精神。

    我刚刚从学校毕业，即将踏上我人生工作的征程，这对我的人生是新的开始。对于即将到来的人生之路，我要以怎样的态度去对待呢？米卢说过：态度决定一切。从某种程度上我也相信这样的话。只有有了积极的人生态度，能够象罗文那样对待自己的工作和任务，我想我们就肯定能从容地面对工作和生活，才能把工作和生活安排地井井有条，你的工作生活才能够走向成功。只有具备了良好的生活工作态度，什么困难都不会难倒我们，一切困难都会在这种精神和态度面前迎刃而解。

    已经参加工作中的人，往往对目前的工作处境抱怨，抱怨待遇低，抱怨没有个人发展空间等等。事实上，我们更应该考虑你是否为企业贡献出了你所要求对待相对应的贡献，更何况那种象罗文那样能够任劳任怨，不计较个人得失一切以大局为重的无私贡献呢！社会很公平，你的付出总会得到你应有的对待，就像罗文获得了整个国家和民族的敬仰一样。只要我们能够在工作中发挥出不计较个人得失，一切以公司利益为重的奉献精神，我想公司一定不会亏待你，你也一定能够获得你相应的待遇和好的人生发展空间，我们所必须付出的就是罗文这种精神。

    罗文是一座丰碑，是我们千千万万企业职员学习的模范。只有我们学习和具备了这种罗文精神，我们才能和我们的企业一道走向成功，我们的人生价值才能够得到完美地展现，我们的人生才能够更有意义。对即将到来的工作，我愿做一个罗文，我愿把信亲手交给加西亚！

附中英文版《A Message to Garcia》：

致加西亚的信

    如果你为一个人工作，以上帝的名义为他干！

    如果他付给你薪水，让你得以温饱，为他工作－称赞他，支持他的立场，和他所代表的机构站在一起。

    如果能捏得起来，一盎司忠诚相当于一磅智慧。

    在一切有关古巴的事件中，有一个人最让我忘不了。

    美西战争爆发后，美国必须立即与西班牙的反抗军首领加西亚取得联系。加西亚在古巴丛林的山里－没有人知道他确切的地点，所以无法带信给他。然而，美国总统必须尽快地获得他的合作。
怎么办呢？

    有人对总统说：“有一个名叫罗文的人，有办法找到加西亚，也只有他才找得到。”
    他们把罗文找来，交给他一封给加西亚的信。关于那个名叫罗文的人，如何拿到了信，把它装进一个油纸袋里，封好，吊在胸口，3个星期之后，徒步走过一个危机四伏的国家，把那封信交给加西亚－这些细节都不是我想说明的。我要强调的重点是：美国总统把一封写给加西亚的信交给罗文，而罗文接过信之后，并没有问：“他在什么地方”

    像他这种人，我们应该为他塑造不朽的雕像，放在每一所大学里。年轻人所需要的不只是学习书本上的知识，也不只是聆听他人种种的指导，而是更需要一种敬业精神，对上级的托付，立即采取行动，全心全意去完成任务－“把信送给加西亚”。

    加西亚将军已不在人间，但现在还有其他的加西亚。凡是需要众多人手的企业经营者，有时候都会因一般人无法或不愿专心去做一件事而大吃一惊。懒懒散散、漠不关心、马马虎虎的做事态度，似乎已经变成常态；除非苦口婆心、威逼利诱地叫属下帮忙，没有人能把事情办成。

不信的话我们来做个试验：你此刻坐在办公室里－周围有6名职员。把其中一名叫来，对他说：“请帮我查一查百科全书，把某某的生平做成一篇摘录。”

    那个职员会静静地说：“好的，先生。”然后就去执行吗？

    我敢说他绝不会，反而会满脸狐疑地提出一个或数个问题：

    他是谁呀？

    他过世了吗？

    哪套百科全书？

    百科全书放在哪儿？

    这是我的工作吗？

    为什么不叫查理去做呢？

    急不急？

    你为什么要查他？

    我敢以十比一的赌注跟你打赌，在你回答了他所提出的问题，解释了怎么样去查那个资料，以及你为什么要查的理由之后，那个职员会起开，去找另外一个职员帮助他查某某的资料，然后，会再回来对你说，根本查不到这个人。真的，如果你是聪明人，你就不会对你的“助理”解释，某某编在什么类，而不是什么类，你会满面笑容地说：“算啦。”然后自己去查。这种袪的行为，这种道德的愚行，这种心灵的脆弱，这种姑息的作风，有可能把这个社会带到三个和尚没月水喝的危险境界。如果人们都不能为了自己而自动自发，你又怎能期待他们为别人采取行动呢？

    你登广告征求一名速记员，应征者中，十之八九不会拼也不会写，他们甚至不认为这些是必要条件。这种人能把信带给加西亚吗？

    在一家大公司里，总经理对我说：“你看那职员。”

    “我看到了，他怎样？”

    “他是个不错的会计，不过如果我派他到城里去办个小差事，他可能把任务完成，但也可能就在途中走进一家洒吧，而当他到闹市区，可能根本忘了他的差事。”

这种人你能派他送信给加西亚吗？

    近来我们听到了许多人，为“那些为求温饱而工作的无家可归的人士”表示同情，同时把那些雇主骂得体无完肤。

    但从没有人提到，有些老板一直到年老，都无法使那些不求上过的懒虫做点正经的工作，也没有人提到，有些老板长久有耐心地想感动那些当他一转身就投机取巧的员工。

    在每个商店和工厂，都有一个持续的整顿过程。公司负责人经常送走那些显然无法对公司有所贡献的员工，同时也吸引新的进来。不论业务怎么忙碌，这种整顿一直在进行着。只有当公司不景气，就业机会不多，整顿才会出现较佳的成绩－那些不能胜任、没有才能的人，都被摈弃在就业的大门之外，只有最能干的人，才会被留下来。为了自己的利益，使得每个老板只保留那些最佳的职员－那些能把信送给加西亚的人。
我认识一个极为聪明的人，他没有自己创业的能力，而对别人来说也没有一丝一毫的价值，因为他老是疯狂地怀疑他的雇主在压榨他，或存心压迫他。他无法下命令，也不敢接受命令。如果你要他送封信给加西亚，他极可能回答：“你自己去吧。”

    当然，我知道像这种道德不健全的人，并不会比一个四肢不健全的人更值得同情；但是我们也应该同情那些努力去经营一个大企业的人，他们不会因为下班的铃声而放下工作。他们因为努力去使那些漠不关心、偷懒被动、没有良心的员工不太离谱而日增白发。如果没有这份努力和心血，那些员工将挨饿和无家可归。
我是否说得太严重了？不过，当整个世界变成贫民窟，我要为成功者说几句同情的话－在成功机会极小之时，他们导引别人的力量，终于获得了成功；但他们从成功中所得到的是一片空虚，除了食物外，就是一片空无。

    我曾为了三餐而替人工作，也曾当过老板，我知道这两方面的种种甘苦。贫穷是不好的，贫苦是不值得推介的，但并非所有的人都是善良者一样。

    我钦佩的是那些不论老板是否在办公室都会努力工作的人，我也敬佩那些能够把信交给加西亚的人。静静地把信拿去，不会提出任何愚笨问题，也不会随手把信丢进水沟里，而是不顾一切地把信送到。这种人永远不会被解雇，也永远不必为了要求加薪而罢工。文明，就是为了焦心地寻找这种人才的一段长远过程。这种人不论要求任何事物都会获得。他在每个城市、村庄、乡镇，以及每个办公室、商店、工厂，都会受到欢迎。

    世界上极需这种人才，这种能够把信送给加西亚的人。

1899

A Message to Garcia

By Elbert Hubbard

    In all this Cuban business there is one man stands out on the horizon of my memory like Mars at perihelion. When war broke out between Spain & the United States, it was very necessary to communicate quickly with the leader of the Insurgents. Garcia was somewhere in the mountain vastness of Cuba- no one knew where. No mail nor telegraph message could reach him. The President must secure his cooperation, and quickly.What to do!

    Some one said to the President, "There’s a fellow by the name of Rowan will find Garcia for you, if anybody can."

    Rowan was sent for and given a letter to be delivered to Garcia. How "the fellow by the name of Rowan" took the letter, sealed it up in an oil-skin pouch, strapped it over his heart, in four days landed by night off the coast of Cuba from an open boat, disappeared into the jungle, & in three weeks came out on the other side of the Island, having traversed a hostile country on foot, and delivered his letter to Garcia, are things I have no special desire now to tell in detail.The point I wish to make is this: McKinley gave Rowan a letter to be delivered to Garcia; Rowan took the letter and did not ask, "Where is he at?"

    By the Eternal! there is a man whose form should be cast in deathless bronze and the statue placed in every college of the land. It is not book-learning young men need, nor instruction about this and that, but a stiffening of the vertebrae which will cause them to be loyal to a trust, to act promptly, concentrate their energies: do the thing- "Carry a message to Garcia!"

    General Garcia is dead now, but there are other Garcias.No man, who has endeavored to carry out an enterprise where many hands were needed, but has been well nigh appalled at times by the imbecility of the average man- the inability or unwillingness to concentrate on a thing and do it. Slip-shod assistance, foolish inattention, dowdy indifference, & half-hearted work seem the rule; and no man succeeds, unless by hook or crook, or threat, he forces or bribes other men to assist him; or mayhap, God in His goodness performs a miracle, and sends him an Angel of Light for an assistant.

    You, reader, put this matter to a test: You are sitting now in your office- six clerks are within call. Summon any one and make this request: "Please look in the encyclopedia and make a brief memorandum for me concerning the life of Correggio".Will the clerk quietly say, "Yes, sir," and go do the task?

    On your life, he will not. He will look at you out of a fishy eye and ask one or more of the following questions:

    Who was he?

    Which encyclopedia?

    Where is the encyclopedia?

    Was I hired for that?

    Don’t you mean Bismarck?

    What’s the matter with Charlie doing it?

    Is he dead?

    Is there any hurry?

Shan’t I bring you the book and let you look it up yourself?What do you want to know for?

    And I will lay you ten to one that after you have answered the questions, and explained how to find the information, and why you want it, the clerk will go off and get one of the other clerks to help him try to find Garcia- and then come back and tell you there is no such man. Of course I may lose my bet, but according to the Law of Average, I will not.

    Now if you are wise you will not bother to explain to your "assistant" that Correggio is indexed under the C’s, not in the K’s, but you will smile sweetly and say, "Never mind," and go look it up yourself.And this incapacity for independent action, this moral stupidity, this infirmity of the will, this unwillingness to cheerfully catch hold and lift, are the things that put pure Socialism so far into the future.

    If men will not act for themselves, what will they do when the benefit of their effort is for all?

    A first-mate with knotted club seems necessary; and the dread of getting "the bounce" Saturday night, holds many a worker to his place.Advertise for a stenographer, and nine out of ten who apply, can neither spell nor punctuate- and do not think it necessary to.

    Can such a one write a letter to Garcia?

    "You see that bookkeeper," said the foreman to me in a large factory."Yes, what about him?""Well he’s a fine accountant, but if I’d send him up town on an errand, he might accomplish the errand all right, and on the other hand, might stop at four saloons on the way, and when he got to Main Street, would forget what he had been sent for."Can such a man be entrusted to carry a message to Garcia?

    We have recently been hearing much maudlin sympathy expressed for the "downtrodden denizen of the sweat-shop" and the "homeless wanderer searching for honest employment," and with it all often go many hard words for the men in power.

    Nothing is said about the employer who grows old before his time in a vain attempt to get frowsy ne’er-do-wells to do intelligent work; and his long patient striving with "help" that does nothing but loaf when his back is turned.

    In every store and factory there is a constant weeding-out process going on. The employer is constantly sending away "help" that have shown their incapacity to further the interests of the business, and others are being taken on. No matter how good times are, this sorting continues, only if times are hard and work is scarce, the sorting is done finer- but out and forever out, the incompetent and unworthy go.It is the survival of the fittest. Self-interest prompts every employer to keep the best- those who can carry a message to Garcia.

    I know one man of really brilliant parts who has not the ability to manage a business of his own, and yet who is absolutely worthless to any one else, because he carries with him constantly the insane suspicion that his employer is oppressing, or intending to oppress him. He cannot give orders; and he will not receive them. Should a message be given him to take to Garcia, his answer would probably be, "Take it yourself."

    Tonight this man walks the streets looking for work, the wind whistling through his threadbare coat. No one who knows him dare employ him, for he is a regular fire-brand of discontent. He is impervious to reason, and the only thing that can impress him is the toe of a thick-soled No. 9 boot.

    Of course I know that one so morally deformed is no less to be pitied than a physical cripple; but in our pitying, let us drop a tear, too, for the men who are striving to carry on a great enterprise, whose working hours are not limited by the whistle, and whose hair is fast turning white through the struggle to hold in line dowdy indifference, slip-shod imbecility, and the heartless ingratitude, which, but for their enterprise, would be both hungry and homeless.

    Have I put the matter too strongly? Possibly I have; but when all the world has gone a-slumming I wish to speak a word of sympathy for the man who succeeds- the man who, against great odds has directed the efforts of others, and having succeeded, finds there’s nothing in it: nothing but bare board and clothes.I have carried a dinner pail & worked for day’s wages, and I have also been an employer of labor, and I know there is something to be said on both sides. There is no excellence, per se, in poverty; rags are no recommendation; & all employers are not rapacious and high-handed, any more than all poor men are virtuous.

My heart goes out to the man who does his work when the "boss" is away, as well as when he is at home. And the man who, when given a letter for Garcia, quietly take the missive, without asking any idiotic questions, and with no lurking intention of chucking it into the nearest sewer, or of doing aught else but deliver it, never gets "laid off," nor has to go on a strike for higher wages.

    Civilization is one long anxious search for just such individuals.

    Anything such a man asks shall be granted; his kind is so rare that no employer can afford to let him go. He is wanted in every city, town and village- in every office, shop, store and factory. The world cries out for such: he is needed and needed badly- the man who can carry a message to Garcia？

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