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 not so loud. I now felt certain that a child had been attacked by some person or an animal. I opened the door at the back of the house to find out what it was. As soon as I did so, I saw a small girl with a lot of blood all over her body, lying on the floor. She was still alive; however, I then took her into our house and telephoned to the hospital near by. Soon an ambulance arrived and took her to the hospital. I did not know what happened after that.
When my parents returned, I told them all that had happened. The thought of this incident frightens me even today.
The difference between my father and my younger brother in the family
A definite generation gap has existed between my father and my younger brother, Tom, since my brother’s thirteenth birthday. For example, my father has simply not be able to understand why Tom can sit for hours, his eyes closed, listening through headphones to hard rock music. And Tom has stalked out of the room whenever my father has turned on the radio to one of his favorite melodious love songs. Also, since that day, Tom became a teenager, he and my father have had a continual squabble about the chores. Last year, when my father asked Tom to mow the lawn or clean up the motobikes, Tom usually did the chores without complaining. Now, at the mere mention of the word “lawn”, he disappears. Moreover, for the last six months, Tom has refused to eat anything but bread and milk for breakfast while my father has scowled uncomprehendingly, eating his traditional bacon and eggs. Indeed, almost every word or action that has passed between Tom and my father lately has widened the gap of understanding between them.
Talk about good manners
Good manners play an important part in maintaining peace and good-wiling in a community. A man who has good manners does not hurt the feelings of others, and therefore he is on good terms with his friends and neighbors and also with others. In this way he helps to keep peace in society.
But a man whose manners are bad has no respect for others. He uses words carelessly and behaves rudely towards other and causes a lot of ill-will and unpleasantness. In the end, it is he himself who suffers the most. Everyone avoids him and he is forced to live almost in isolation.
To live well in a society, money alone is not enough. We should also have good manners, for it is human nature to seek friendship; and friendship cannot be bought with money. Friendship with others makes life pleasant and it has to be earned through our own attitude towards others. If we are kind to others, they will be kind to us, and kindness is the essence of good manners. Bad manners not only drive away friends but also others, including our own family members.
Even the richest man cannot afford to have had manners. For a man may have enough money to buy all things than he wants; but if his manners are bad he will have no friends, and no one can live happily without friends. Even the members of his own family may not respect him and finally he will become a lonely man.
On the other hand, a man whose manners are good has many friends. He commands the respect of all those who come into contact with him. He does not talk ill about others. Even when he is provoked, he tries his best to use words in a way which will not offend others. He is also sympathetic towards the weak and ignorant and does not poke fun at the deformities and weaknesses of others.
There are, however, many people who behave so well outside their homes that they are respected and admired by everyone outside. But in their own homes they are worse than the devil. Such people could not be said to have good manners. Their whole behavior is a pretence and it does not take long for others to discover this.
If one’s manners are good, one behaves well everywhere, even when one is away from the critical eyes of others. Only such a person can live well in society. It is therefore essential for everyone to cultivate good manners.
Describe the house you are living in. Why do you love it
The house we are living in is situated in the suburb of HCM city, within thirty minutes’ drive off the central city. We have lived there for more than twenty years. This is a fairly large house surrounded with a luxuriant garden.
My house consists of four bed-rooms, a living-room, a bathroom with a shower, a dinning-room, a kitchen and a toilet. It is air-conditioned and well-furnished. The living-room is decorated beautifully. Paintings by famous artists are hung on the walls. At night, the color neon lights increase the beauty and coziness of the room. There, on Sundays and holidays my father usually spends his time playing chess or drinking tea with his friends. My mother and my two sisters are diligent and hard-working women. They often keep the house clean and tidy.
On suffocating days of summer, we usually take meals in the garden. It is fairly cool and quiet here. We enjoy our meals amid the melodious twitters of birds. On stormy and rainy nights all whole family members gather in the living-room, watching television or telling each other about their daily activities.
I love my house very much because it is the place where I was born and have grown up in the education of my father and in the tender loving care of my mother. I have spent my whole childhood in the love and affection of my dear ones with so many sweet memories.
Tell about your hobby in free time.
My hobby is stamp colleting. When I was still only a baby, my mother began to collect for me. Of course, she did not let me touch the stamps until I was old enough not to spoil them. I remember that it was on my fifteenth birthday that she first put them into my hands. They were in four fat books, but since that time I have added three more, so that now I have a bigger collection than any of my friends.
How do I get my stamps? I have never bought a single one from a shop -- so my collection has really cost me nothing. My father, who works in a big office, sometimes brings me home stamps from many countries of the world. And I have friends both here and in other lands who send me stamps in return for ones which I send to them.
Now that I am working for my living, I do not have as much time as before to spend on my stamps. But in the evenings, what can be better than to sit down at a table with my precious books, arranging new stamps in them, writing in the names of countries, or, if I am too tired, only looking through the stamps already in the books? Each stamp has a story to tell me of far countries and strange peoples. I see pictures of men and women, birds and animals that I have never seen. Kings and presidents pass before my eyes, and I can follow the history of nations -- I can see Hitler's Germany spreading over Europe and then suddenly breaking into pieces; Pakistan is born before my eyes; countries rise and countries fall - and the whole time I remain comfortably in my armchair at home.
But my stamp collection does not make me think only of the past. Just as my mother collected for me, so I, too, am collecting for my future child. What better way will there be of interesting him in history, geography and languages, and of making these subjects live for him instead of being only things in school books? If I pass my hobby on to him, he will bless me for it as I have blessed my mother for her wise action.
A picnic I enjoyed
The outline:
1. When? Where?
2. Who went along?
3. How much I enjoyed
4. The end
One day, a few of my friends and I went on a picnic to Minyak Beku, a small interesting place on the coast of Malaya.
Minyak Beku is about five miles from Batu Pahat, a well known town in the state of Johore in Malaya. There is a small ancient fort at the entrance to Minyak Beku. The beach at Minyak Beku is beautiful, and there is an iron mine near by.
We arrived at that place in the morning. After getting out of the bus, we separated into different groups and looked for shady places to spend the day.
Soon, most of us went swimming. While in the water, we were playing a few interesting games. Those who were on the beach were playing other games. Some of them even sang songs and danced. There were still others who were interested in nothing, except picking shells.
In short, everyone enjoyed the trip. In the evening, we returned home in our bus, thinking of the fun we had had at that place. I enjoyed the trip so much.
What is the job of a human resources manager?
The person who is a human resources manager is Mary Brown. She has, in her opinion, a very good job in a big company. Right now she is in a class, teaching her students. The students are not children but adults. They are learning how to administrate workers, how to talk with them and even how to help them to work effectively. In other words her students are managers. The managers are discussing problems and ways to solve them in order to meet the workers’ questions. In her class, she always illustrates what she teaches by giving a lot of practical situations in her lecture.
She clearly knows that workers are people. It is undoubted that happy people work better and are more productive than unhappy ones. Her job as well as her responsibility is to keep both the workers and the managers always in good mood. She motivates and encourages the workers. She is doing a good job and earns good money. Her company gets twenty percent more profit now than it got before.
Mary Brown is now in her office, sitting at her desk. Many job applications from people who desire to work for her company as workers are lying on the desk. She receives letters from workers and managers everyday.
Now it is 5pm. It is the end of a working day. She is tired and she is going to go home. It is going to be dark outside some more minutes later. A worker is saying good night to her, she is wishing the same to him. Despite the tiredness, she is smiling since she knows that the worker is happy and her day ends in such a good way.