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. Last week, we pub­lished some of their as­sign­ments. Here is the re­main­der: ONE Mon­day af­ter class, my daugh­ter and I went to the wand car wash. We met a tall, kind gen­tle­man.

It was our first time there, so we didn’t know how to wash my car. Soon, a gen­tle­man came to us.

He told us the func­tion of each switch. Fi­nally, he taught us how to use the wand and helped us to wash our car. I didn’t catch his name. We will never for­get him.

I ap­pre­ci­ated the help. I was so grate­ful. the house be­side ours.

I tell them I ap­pre­ci­ated the help. Also, with­out their help, my fam­ily wouldn`t be safe. be­cause I have got­ten the ideal score. But in fact, my ex­pres­sion didn’t match the re­sult, so I want to say I very ap­pre­ci­ate my teacher, Pa­tri­cia, and class­mates for their help.

At first, they gave me the key in­for­ma­tion. Af­ter­wards, they con­cen­trated on my speak­ing. Ul­ti­mately, they gave me ad­vice. This spirit en­cour­aged me to study hard.

I will never for­get their en­cour­age­ment. I re­ally ap­pre­ci­ate them! So, the op­ti­mal ex­pres­sion of my grat­i­tude is to try my best to study. peo­ple take the taxi ev­ery day and a pas­sen­ger could pick up some­one else’s lost be­long­ings.

I was very ex­cited and ap­pre­ci­ated the driver’s kind­ness. IN win­ter three years ago, I went to down­town Win­nipeg with my fam­ily. We were new im­mi­grants.

We wanted to see our new city, but my hus­band drove the wrong way. He didn’t see any sym­bol to show this road just went one way. The po­lice­man found our mis­take. We were ner­vous to show him our fam­ily doc­u­ments.

He un­der­stood about my sit­u­a­tion. So, he guided us to the high­way and didn’t give us a ticket.

I didn’t catch his name. I will never for­get him. Thanks to him for his kind­ness. TWENTY-six years ago, I was a young refugee in Ger­many. It was my first win­ter.

One day, af­ter shop­ping, I wanted to go back to my apart­ment, but I missed my bus. The only al­ter­na­tive was a two-hour walk in the rain and cold. Af­ter walk­ing one hour, a beau­ti­ful girl asked me where I lived. I didn’t un­der­stand, but I tried to ex­plain where I lived in English, and she drove me home. I will never for­get her or her kind­ness. To pay it for­ward, 12 years ago I started a com­mu­nity or­ga­ni­za­tion in Ger­many to sup­port refugees.

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