story sharing
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Hello there again!
Time flies blary fast . It's 8 of march . soon , April fool will come visit us again . Staying home for the whole day long . I guai lui kan ? nahs , no la . i am having a little bit sick . Then just now , after mummy come back . i went downstair . mummy told me she had a accident . i was like stun , then ask her What happend ? then she told me everything , but i am still blur . nevermind , just thanks god , lucky my mum was safe . and GUY , please be more and more responsible next time kay ? if you want to race car , or show off how fast you can drive , then please go somewhere far !!!!
Well yesterday , i went to work . the work is like so BORED . no , every work is BORED . i have to call around 200 people inside a list . then actually we have to fax before we call , then we like dun have chance to fax it . kay fine , so we keep on call to recomfirm the fax number . I said around the 100 ++ times for this sentenses : Good morning / afternoon , this is Joanne calling from Mavisco Sdn Bhd . May I know who is the purchasing manager ? it is regarding our FREE PRINTER PROGRAM .
what respond I usually get is NOT INTEREST or what WE NO NEED ANY PRINTER . So , tell me how the hell you guys print thing if you NO NEED A PRINTER . kay find then . I QUIT THE JOB :)))))))))
here come the important part of today . i chat with sumone , then suddenlly he wanted to show me something . I tot what . then i like receive a long long essay . no , is story . i think the story is real . but it is all ENGLISH , i just feel like request him to translate me to chinese . I know i will tio scold . so I read it . OH MY GOD ,although i understand all the words . but i like take a long time to read it . nevermind , is time to brush up my english , my english was like sucks , seriously !
so anyone tell me some good way for me to improve it ? so , if i read english story book everyday , then i will get improve or not ?
the story sharing here :
The story saying the passengers watched sympathetically as the young woman with the white stick made her way carefully up the steps of the bus. She paid the driver and used her hands to feel for a seat. Then, she sat down with the stick resting against her leg.
It had been a year since Michelle, twenty-seven, became blind. Because of a medical problem, she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness. Michelle, who was once an independent woman, felt condemned to be a burden on everyone around her. All she has to cling to was her husband, Gordan, an army officer who loved her dearly.
When Michelle first lost her sight, she sank into despair, but Gordan was determ...ined to help her become independent again. After a few months, she was finally ready to return to her job. She used to take the bus. But was now too frightened to get around the city.
At first, this comforted Michelle and fulfilled Gordan need to protect his wife, who had lost confidence in doing even the simplest task. Soon, however, this transport arrangement was becoming too tiring for him. He realised that she would have to start taking the bus again, but just the thought of mentioning this to her upset him. She was still so fragile, so angry. How would she react?
Just as Gordan had expected, Michelle was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again. Her heart was full of anger. "How can you do this to m? I am blind!" she responded bitterly."How am i supposed to know where i am going? I feel as if you are abandoning me. Don't you love anymore?"
Gordan's heart broke when he heard those words, but he knew what he had to do. He promised her that, each morning and evening, he would ride the bus with her, for as long as it took for her to get used to it. And that was exactly what happened. For two whole weeks, Gordan, in full military uniform, accompanied Michelle to and from work each day. He taught her how to rely on her other senses, especially her hearing, and how to adapt to her new situation.
Gordan helped her make friends with the bus drivers, who would watch out for her. They even saved her a seat. Gordan made her laugh, even on those bad days when she tripped as she left the bus or dropped her briefcase. Each morning, they made the journey together and Gordan would take a taxi back to his office. Although this routine was even more expensive and more tiring than the previous one, he knew it was just a matter of time before she would be able to ride the bus on her own. He believed in her, in the Michelle he used to know, who was not afraid of any challenges and who would never, ever quit.
Indeed, she soon became confident enough to start travelling on her own. One day, as she was about to get off the bus, the driver said, " Madam, I really envy you. It must feel so good to taken care of and protected like you are"
Michelle had no idea what the driver was talking about, and asked. "What do you mean?"
The driver answered, "you know, every morning, a gentlemen in a military uniform stands on the side of the road watching you as you leave the bus. He makes sure you cross the road safely and he watches you until you enter your office building. Then he blows you a kiss and walks away. You are a fortunate woman."
Tears of happiness flowed down her cheeks. Although she could not see her husband, she had always felt his presence. Michelle lucky, so lucky, for he had given her gift more powerful than sight, a gift she did not need to see to believe - a gift of love that can bring light where there has been darkness.
thats all for today .
Joanne;with loves .
