Random acts of kindness
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.