Ran­dom acts of kind­ness

Winnipeg Free Press - Section E - - ARTS & LIFE -

STU­DENTS study­ing English as a sec­ond lan­guage at the Man­i­toba In­sti­tute of Trades and Tech­nol­ogy were as­signed by teacher Pa­tri­cia Cul­leton-Koebel to write about a ran­dom act of kind­ness they ex­pe­ri­enced. Here are some of their as­sign­ments (the re­main­der will ap­pear in next Satur­day’s pa­per): ONE day late last year, af­ter I came to Win­nipeg, my car didn’t work.

I didn’t know what hap­pened, and I felt anx­ious. So, I asked my WeChat friends. Then, more friends an­swered me. A friend came to my house and gave my car a boost.

I ap­pre­ci­ated the help. Many thanks for my friends’ kind­ness. WE are new res­i­dents set­tled in Win­nipeg.

Ev­ery week, my fam­ily walks to buy food at Su­per­store. We don’t have a car.

One time, about one year ago, my neigh­bour saw us and let us bor­row a bag with wheels so we could walk eas­ily over long dis­tances in win­ter weather.

I was so thank­ful for their help. ONE day in 2014, I went shop­ping in Costco.

When I fin­ished shop­ping and went back home, I couldn’t find my wal­let. So, I quickly went to Costco again. I asked a worker at the in­for­ma­tion desk about my wal­let.

The worker told me some­one gave it to a su­per­vi­sor. I was so happy be­cause there were very im­por­tant cards in my wal­let.

I asked if they had any in­for­ma­tion about the per­son who turned in my wal­let, but the su­per­vi­sor doesn’t know his name, so I didn’t get his name and his phone num­ber. I couldn’t say ap­pre­cia­tive words to him.

Many thanks for the kind­ness. ONE day this past sum­mer, I needed to re­pair the side door of my house. My son and I tried it many times.

How­ever, we couldn’t fix the door be­cause we didn’t know how to fix the door. We were con­fused.

My neigh­bour To­mas saw us and he came to my house with tools. He fixed my door.

I will never forget him and his kind­ness. I ap­pre­ci­ated the help. TWO years ago there was war in Is­rael. I was very scared and wor­ried about my fam­ily.

That was sum­mer. My hus­band worked in a big com­pany, and I, with my two daugh­ters, was at home. In Is­rael, all com­pa­nies have a bomb-proof shel­ter, but my home didn’t. It was very scary and very dan­ger­ous for us.

One day my friend He­len called me on the phone and said, “I’ve bought three tick­ets for your and you daugh­ters for to­day. Come on! I will wait for you at the air­port!”

We ar­rived in Is­tan­bul and stayed there for one month. This was a very fun time, with lots of sight­see­ing for us.

I never forget this help from my friends He­len and Omer! I’m full of grat­i­tude for their help! and wait­ing, at last we got a call.

One man found Jean and took him to his home. Jean lived there with the man’s fam­ily around two weeks. That whole time, the fam­ily looked af­ter him.

My fam­ily was very happy to get Jean back, and we were also very grate­ful that fam­ily cared about our dog. ONE time last sum­mer, I went to the park. My fam­ily was play­ing a game on the lawn.

A few min­utes later, some­one said, “Is that car yours?” “Yes. Why?” The man said, “That is a no-park­ing zone. So, you must move that car now.”

I moved my car to an­other park­ing zone. When I came back, I didn’t see him. I missed say­ing, “Thanks a lot.”

I now know the park­ing rules in the park. I ap­pre­ci­ated his help. ONE time, two years ago, when I was in Canada, I lost my way home.

I was anx­ious, but I met a won­der­ful man. When I told him the ad­dress for my home, he pointed out the cor­rect way to get to my home. Af­ter one hour, I got home.

I was so thank­ful for his help.

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