Hope you are doing well! Welcome to our first activity. Please, post your comments before March 14, 8 p.m.!
1. Consider the brainstorming activity developed in class about the video "I want to be a pilot". Link... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LivgEs5gYtY
- Introduction: it usually offers something that changes / affects / motivates the characters of the story to overcome a situation.
- Body: it usually reveals how the characters move toward overcoming the situation.
- Conclusion: it has to do with facing one difficult choice and decides one correct option while working out of the situation.
3. Write a paragraph for each one of the parts mentioned above, giving your own ideas to tell your version of the story. It must have 150 words at least.
4. Prepare an oral report about it to be presented on March 15th, you just will have 2 1/2 minutes and it is expected you to say 50 sentences at least.
- Simple sentence structures, consider past simple and past continuous.
4. Language use / writing aspects:
- Simple sentence structures, consider past simple and past continuous.
- Useful vocabulary you need to express your ideas.
- Grammar, spelling, punctuation rules, etc.
All your writings will be welcome as comments... Thanks for participating!
- Grammar, spelling, punctuation rules, etc.
All your writings will be welcome as comments... Thanks for participating!
Good night professor.
ReplyDeleteI did not understand the instructions given in the class and I made the writing, then I saw the blog and I found that the text must have 150 words at least, but I had already done. So I decided to publish it as i had it before.I hope it's not a problem, thank you.
It starts like this. It was 1995, his name was Juan David, he was 12 years old and he lived in a village in Colombia. When I met him, apparently a normal boy, he spoke to me about his life before the war, Juan spent the time with his family and friends, he didn’t like to do the homework, but he loved to go to school to play with everyone, furthermore at the exit of the school, Juan with his friends climbed some trees to catch mangos, then he went to his home, he shared with his family and sometimes he was joking with his father but his father didn’t enjoy it. The Juan’s life was quite perfect until he was escaping through the forest because some terrorist were attacking his village, he was alone, his father and brother died and his mother disappeared, then a hand kept him, it was an assistant general who was gathering new boys in their ranks.
I looked the tears in his eyes while he saw the horizon with a lost eyesight, I can’t imagine how difficult it is, to begin a new life full of terrible things like shooting and screaming, forgetting the games and his family, acting as a different person. During this time, he had to learn how to shoot a gun and how to kill people, he was obligated to taste some drugs and learn combat skills like walk without shoes through the jungle. Besides, he was sexually abused by the general, a terrible experience that he almost couldn’t tell me. He lived in the jungle with some other children, which died time after in war. As the days passed, he forgot how was smiling, playing and living as a young kid; He lived sad and frustrated because his life wasn’t normal and he had to do bad things to not be killed.
One day the military unit get dissolved because they were losing the war, so he decided to escape with another boy, they found a legal military unit, then, they were sent to a shelter, where they could share with other children, wear new and clean clothes, study, have nice food on a dish, dance and play soccer, but he can’t forget the screaming and lament, he heard them, I tried to speak with him, first, second, third and a lot of times. I know that it is difficult that he told me about his life because I am an ONU’s volunteer teacher, but he needed to do it, it was very difficult, and he never will be the same person, he lost his childhood. After a long time trying to approach him, he spoke to me and told me he just wanted to forget it and be happy in the future.
M: he shared with his family.
DeleteC: he spend time with his family.
M: who was gathering new boys in their ranks.
C: who was gathering new boys in his ranks.
M: he was obligated to taste some drugs.
C: he was obligated to try some drugs.
M: but he can't forget the screaming.
C: but he could not forget the screaming.
FLY HIGH
ReplyDeleteYesterday at the airport I was thinking in the lats job interview, a little anxious to know if I could work or not, when a man arrived. This man was crying, but it did not seem like it was because of sadness, nevertheless I decided to talk to him, "maybe I could help him"- I though. So, I asked him “what's going on?” He said nothing whereas he was playing with a little airplane... After, he sighed and started to tell me a story: “A while back there was a kid in Africa who did not have anything, his name was Omondi, he was 12 years old.
Omondi wished to be a pilot to can fly far away from his problems in Kibera, a place where the kids do not have a home; where the people die for HIB every day; where the kids are raped. This kid had a lot of dreams. He wanted to have a home; where the people treat him well; to can study in a school and learn everything about the world; and to have his own resources without the charity from distant lands.
Omondi could not play with other kids, because he had HIB+. They were bad times for him -he said- he wanted to be pilot to be happy. So one day, when he stared to give up, a man took him, because he knew about his illness. But this man was not as the other doctors, this man really wanted to help him. This man changed his life, because he had the solution for his problems, even his illness -he sighed- And since that day his life took a big turn.”
When he finished the story, he looked at me and he had a smile drawn on his face. I did not understand why, if that was a dramatic story, I could not say anything, because I was impacted. After a while a miss called him: Mr. Omondi is time to fly. I was shocked because he had a pilot uniform... So, he made his dreams come true, he was a pilot after all. Then I thought “I can also fulfill my dreams like him.” :)
"I want to save my mom"
ReplyDeleteDar Es Salaam, Tanzania,
it was a sunny day as usual, a lot of people on the streets, children crying all over the place, it was 3rd of july, Chris mother was so sick, one of the family friends who was a voodoo shaman try to help her but he failed, Chris was so sad, he wanted his mother to be better, but they were too poor to afford the medicine that his mother needed.
It was September 10th, Chris was so desperate, at 7pm, he went to a walk around the neighborhood, he was walking when he saw a beautiful green car, he immediatly notice that the car was from a rich man, cause it was too fancy, he started to look inside the car and then, a man started to scream mean things to him, he gets so scared. After the discusion with the man, appeared another man with a lot of jewerly and a expensive suit, he asked Chris: -
-What are you doing here- and he answered: -I'm just walking around, I swear-. The man started to think and after a few minutes he looked at Chris and said: -would you like to work for me?- and as Chris was deperate, he immediatly agrred without questioning about the job, the only thing he was worried about, was his mother, so he accepted the job. After a few minutes the stranger said: -what's your name?- he said: -Chris- so the man said: -Ok, Chris, you are going to be my new delivery man, the only thing you have to do, is to deliver different packages to different destinations-, so he agreed.
It was September 15, the sun was extremely hot, Chris mom was so sick, she was needing medicine as soon as posible and Chris was so sad cause he didin't have money, after a few hours, he recieved a call, it was the man who offered him a job, the man said: -hey Chris, I have your first job, meet at the old train station at 6pm- Chris was so happy cause he was going to recieve his first payment. It was 6pm and he was at the train station as the man said, he was waiting when a arrived, a man who was wearing a black suit told him: -c'mon Chris, get on board- when he was inside, it was a big backpack waiting to be delivered, the man started to talk so seriously to Chris and said: -Chris you have to deliver this backpack to the street at the end of the way, but you musn't open it, just leave it there- after a few minutes the man gave Chris a hundred dollar, he was so happy cause that money was enough to buy his mother a lot of medicine.
The day after, Chris went to deliver the backcpack, the neighborhood was so noisy as always, but he was so happy cause after he did the job, he was going to buy his mother's medicine. It was 4pm, September 16th, he went to the street at the end of the road with a smile on his face, when he arrived, there was no one, everything was so quiet, after a few minutes he noticed that there were people coming to the place, they were all armed, he started to knew that something was wrong. When everyone arrived to the place, he was so scared, a man started to talk and said: -your boss is not really your boss, he sold your soul to us as a payment, there's nothing in the backpack, we are going to take your life- Chris started to cry, not because of his life, he was crying becuase of his mom, he was so confused, he didn't know what was happenin, but it was true, everything that the man said was all true. The man who gave him a "job", he just cheated on him, he was just using himm, because he was poor and innocent, and no one was going to miss him, it was all a trick, Chris was treated like a piece of trash, nothing more, and everything happened because he was desperate about th money.
The reason of the story is to made us know that there are countries in the world, specially like ours, where exits all kind of corruption, assaults and all kind of abuses and no one is doing anything cause these countries and the vulnerable people are totally forgot and no one is worried about them.
I want to be an ambassador
ReplyDeleteOnce upon a time an orphan child that wanted to be an ambassador, his name was Omondi. He was one of the lots of poor children not only in his native settlement (Kebira, which was located in Kenia) but in the whole continent of Africa with the wish of stopping his poverty and begin to eat well, since his meals were scarce. Apart from poverty, Omondi suffered Malaria and his recurrent symptoms (especially queasiness and severe muscle pains) impeded him to move continuously, so his journeys looking for food took several days and his health got worse increasingly. However, one day, his mind and his life were illuminated with the light of hope when he met Tafari Mokoena, His mind cause since then, he started to dream of being someone (an ambassador), and his life because he found something to struggle: To achieve his purpose and in this way eradicating his poverty not only in himself but in his own continent.
The story of how Omondi and Tafari met each other is brief, it all started when in a desperate attempt to find help and food, Omondi entered the urban area of Nairobi after just finding dangers and shortage in the jungle. Then he toured the city begging for food, but unfortunately he only got the contemptuous look of people, until he got into a restaurant (apparently one of the most prestigious ones). There he went through various tables, some people looked at him with malice, others ignored him, everything went wrong, and disappointed he pretended to leave; till a lonely man called him. Omondi walked to the table of the unknown and he asked him if he was hungry, after the affirmative answer, the unknown asked the waiter for food and introduced himself as Tafari Mokoena. He said him that he was Minister of Foreign Affairs of Kenia and that he also was poor in his childhood and adolescence, later both told the story of their lifes. At the end of the dinner, both were so impressed each other that Tafari offered him economical and medical support to buy enough food and treat his disease; and pay his studies, since he knew the Omondi’s fervient desire to become ambassador. For his part, Omondi accepted happily and thanked him effusively, there was only something he didn’t comprehend and it was the why of the help, when there were thousands of children ´besides him. The answer of Tafari was that he saw something in him, that he didn’t saw in other teens or at least with so much vigor, and this was three things: passion, positivism and dreams. Omondi smiled before his source of inspiration, because he knew that he fulfilled his dream; both were so especially similar, that he felt they were the same person, later Omondi and Tafari went home…
Ten years later, poverty didn’t exist, at least not in Africa. The reason?
A grown man interceded by his continent as ambassador to the UN, exposing the suffering of its people and serving as trustworthy proof. After years of struggle, receiving teasing in his career, and despite the bribes by multimillionaires interested in the ruin of Africa; he always did the right thing, cause he was not just interested in himself, but in the others, and thus he was successful. That’s the lesson!
END…
ReplyDeleteI’m the doctor Brooks, I’m 38 years old and now i’m working in a hospital in Africa. Few years ago I received a patient, she was very nervous and in this part of the world is very common, everyday lot of children die from malnutrition and many more diseases derived from the conditions in which they live. I attended some cases of differents ways to adquire a disease, now I’ll tell you why this is the most interesting story I’ve heard. That woman was Omondi’s cousin and she was very worried about her cousin’s situation and I tried to reassure her, she was a woman from there, a popular niehgborhood called Kabera. There the situation was very sad because the posibility to have a good life it was almost impossible. In Kabera, most of he kids didn’t have parents and they need to survive how can they. She told me that the government in some cases never help them and they just survive with the leftovers.
Shania was her name and after that, she started to telling me the story. Omondi was a little boy when he was left alone, just with her and another boy. He was a happy boy until a horrible thing happened. A group of kids always played in the street, there the streets were only mud and dirt but they played there, Despite all this they were happy and everyday they played after the school. It wasn’t a real school but some people tried to teach the boys to read and write because the government never sent a teacher to this part of Africa. In the group of kids was Omondi, Usually they played near to a dump, there the people threw garbage and the kids tried to find something new to play. Thay day him was looking into the garbage when he felt that something pricked his finger but he ignored it and kept looking in the trash...
After that, Omondi started to feel very bad and he came to our hospital, we did some exams to know what was going on. We discovered that Omondi had HIV positive, the thing that pricked in the Omondi’s finger was a syringe that had a needle infected with hiv positive. We tried to advice the community and the kids that it was better don’t look in the garbage because it could happen to them the same as Omondi. We talked in the United States with a big company that was trying to discover the hiv cure and they acepted that we could send Omondi there and they will help him with the medicine and the necessary things to survive. Omondi flew to USA and he was very nervous because he wanted to be a pilot, it was his big dream... When her cousin told me that he was back, I felt very happy to know that he had overcome a very important battle but also, he was a pilot and all the people who knew him were very proud of him.
The obstacles placed in our lives, make us stronger.
1M: Every day lot of children die
DeleteC: Every day a lot of children die
2M: ... and I tried to reassure her,she was a woman from there..
C: ... and I tried to reassure her. She was a woman from there..
3M: In Kabera, most of he kids didn’t have parents and they need to survive how can they.
C: In Kabera, most of The kids didn’t have parents and they needed to survive how they could.
4M: ...there the streets were only mud and dirt but they played there, Despite all this they were happy...
C:... the streets were only mud and dirt but they played there. Despite all this they were happy...
5M: In the group of kids was Omondi, Usually ...
C: In the group of kids was Omondi. Usually ...
6M: Thay day him was looking into the garbage...
C: That day he was looking into the garbage...
I WANT TO BE A LAWYER
ReplyDeleteMy name is Mateo, I am thirteen years old, and I want to be a lawyer because I want to help my parents, my family and my community. I am from Colombia, I live in Manaure, La Guajira, a department here in Colombia where the people like me don’t have water, education, publics services or health.
Colombia have this department forgotten, here, we take water just one a day and we eat a little food. My parents are so skinny and some children die every day because in the Wayu culture the parents eat first than the children, therefore, many children are scrawny and malnourished, including me. I have to be a lawyer because I want to defend my culture and I want to bring food for all these people; also I want to show the poverty that we live, for the Colombians help us. I know that the Colombians are generous but, if they don’t know nothing about us, they can’t help us.
I want to be a lawyer so that the laws protect my culture, people and children, I want to be a lawyer for the purpose of doing a better society, because I don´t want others to feel hungry like me, and they die like my sister.
1. M: publics services
DeleteC: Public services
2. M: Colombia have this department forgotten.
c: Colombia has forgotten about this department.
3. M: We take water just one a day.
c: We take water just once a day.
4. M: I want to show the poverty that we live, for the colombians help us.
C: I want to show Colombian people the poverty that we live in.
5. M: I know that the colombians are generous...
c: I know that colombian people are generous...
6. M : if they don't know nothing about us.
c: if they do not know anything about us.
7. M: because I don't want others to feel hungry like me.
C: because I do not want other people to feel hungry, like me.
8. M: and they die like my sister.
c: and die as my sister.
Once upon a time, there was this 15 years old girl, named Afia, living in Kimberley, South Africa who used to have a rough life, she didn’t have a family, food or nice clothes; and the only thing she wanted in life was becoming a pilot, she wanted to fly far away from this misery she was living in. On the exact opposite side of the world, in the United States; there was this older boy, living in Kahuku, Hawaii. He had a nice life, surrounded by friends and dad who encouraged him to be a pilot as well.
ReplyDeleteEven though it wasn’t easy; Afia kept hope, she just imagined a better place, where he was treated better and was finally happy. But the empty stomach and being HIV positive didn’t help much… While her daily purpose was finding food, water and opportunities not only to stay alive but having a better life; the american boy spent time hanging out with friends, going to parties and specially chasing girls to hook up. One day everything changed, after some weeks with fever, chills, rash, night sweats, muscle aches, sore throat and fatigue, he went to the doctor and received the worst new he could ever imagine: He was HIV positive.
After a lot of time fighting against this illness there wasn’t much to do to save his life and he decided to change his dream of being a pilot and became a doctor so he could help people in the same condition. He travelled to Africa and met Afia, he started her treatment, but it was too late for both of them. Until one day, the they didn’t remember had woken up; but there were at this beautiful place, with this huge waterfall to swim, a lot of trees full with delicious fruits and little animals who played around them. Everything was unbelievable, they thought that it couldn’t get any better until Afia saw two women, she immediately recognized one of them; he looked over there at the same time, “Mom!” ―they screamed with tears in their eyes, ran towards them, hugged each other and were happy ever after.
THE END
M: she wanted in life was becoming a pilot.
DeleteC: She wanted in life was to become a pilot.
M: Where he was treated better and..
C: Where she was treated better and..
M: going to parties and specially chasing girls.
C: going to parties and especially chasing girls.
M: chasing girls to hook up.
C: chasing girls to hook up with.
M: and received the worst new he could.
C: and received the worst news he could.
M: they didn't remember had woken up.
C: they didn't remember that they had woken up.
M: there were at this beautiful place.
C: they were at this beautiful place.
M: hugged each other and were happy ever after.
C: hugged each other and they were happy ever after.
Antonio was living in one of the poorest neighborhoods of Bogotá. He went to school every day but the results were not the best, he would like that situation would disturb his parents but it did not; his mother was usually drunk or stoned, she didn’t care about Antonio’s education, and his father… he was just not around. “What about to be somewhere else? Far away from this place” He thought while his mother was screaming and throwing things against the wall. Then he realized that it would not be enough to live in another town or abroad, he has to become an astronaut. “One never knows how it would be in another planet”
ReplyDeleteIt was like that how he began to pay more attention to science classes, he read a lot of books that were not in the syllabus, and he understood how different was the perception of time in the space, and how expensive was an astronaut’s training “Even if I achieve it… even with the best of luck, to reach another living planet would take maybe my whole life” but then there was no hope, he was stuck in that intolerable reality, without any chance of overcoming what was expected from him.
One night, after one of those impossible days in which he did not know what else to try to keep going, he was drinking alcohol, lying in the street, staring at the moon which seems to be bigger and brighter as usual, when he saw a little man walking toward him. This man has purple big eyes and green skin, he was dressing a funny colourfully suit and a hat with flowers in the brim. When they were face to face, the little man pull one flower away from his hat and give it to Antonio laughing, then he realize the laugh came behind him, and the little man was controlled by an old man through nylon threads. Antonio was speechless, the old man walked away while Antonio was trying to catch his breath. Maybe he was very drunk but he felt that experience so magical that the next day he read any possible book about puppets in the library. He found a quote that really rocked his whole life “We are no longer puppets being manipulated by outside powerful forces: we become the powerful force ourselves.” (Leo Buscaglia). Then he thought it was enough about feeling weak, and also he knew how cheap could be to create a puppet, it was just about creativity. Little by little he was feeling more motivated and involved in new projects. Two months later that night, he presented a small puppet show about an astronaut, he designed the scenarios of three different planets, the spaceship,the suits… even some aliens with many eyes and mouths, and it was presented in the street he knew the puppet-master, then he presented more prepared shows in different places, even in the school . He decided to give those puppets the life he could not have, and live through them the adventures he was able to create in his own mental worlds in which he could be whatever he want. “One never knows” he thought “maybe one day I can travel with my puppets, and we could fly together.”
1- M: he has to become an astronaut.
DeleteC: he should become an astronaut.
2- M: then he realize the laugh came behind him
C: then he realized the laugh came from behind him
3- M:Two months later that night
C: Two months after that night
4- M: he could be whatever he want
C: he could be whatever he wanted
I want to be a hero.
ReplyDeleteMy name is Andrés, I´m fifteen years old and I live in Colombia, I enjoy going to school, to play with my Friends and stay with my family. I want to be a hero because I want to save people from suffering, see less people in hospitals and children playing and running and being happy.
My dream is to be a hero, these kind of héroes were not fighting or giving punches or not even flying, they were wearing light blue uniforms and stethoscopes, I want to be like them. A lot of people in my country die from iniquities, violence, poverty and illness. Cáncer is a hudge number of invisible villains inside people bodies, my mom was one of their preys. The first time i get into their battle castles, my mom was there fighting against them. I want to be a hero, so i can find the weakness of these villains and give it to everyone.
My mom could not survive against cáncer, but i will find the way to let the children of my country to be healthy, so they can play and run and be happy, so I can see families going to the park on Fridays but not to hospitals, so I can see the fight and love of my mom in their smiles, so I can become a hero for them as my mom was for me.
I want to know how
ReplyDeleteOnce upon a time there was a boy whose name was Charles, He was 22 years old and lived in Africa and his biggest hobby was to play the guitar, that is the reason why he wanted to become a musician, He always dreamed about it since he was just a little boy, unfortunately he was very poor and did not have enough money to go to any school. He used to work every day in a local restaurant, sometimes he played his guitar and sang in front of the costumers. He really enjoyed doing it, however, he always felt like it was not enough. His parents died when he was 13 years old, they were murdered without reason. He had a brother called Daniel he was 10 years old. He was just a baby when the tragedy happened.
On the other side of the word there was a girl called Lauren, a famous designer with only 20 years old, she was a cold hearted person on a first look and treated everybody as if they were nothing, what people did not know was that behind that cold mask there was a sad girl full of anger because her parents abandoned her when she was just a baby in front of an orphan. But it did not matter in that moment, she was rich and it was all by herself, nobody knew she was adopted until that very moment, not even her closest friend. Some days after she had a fashion show in Africa were she was going to show her incredible collection for the season.
Arriving to the hotel in Africa she met many people, it was just an event where people was going to see her new collection in which was an amazing silver dress that cost more than 200 million dollars, she was so tired and wanted to be alone, so she went out to have a walk by her own without her team, she was walking when she saw a boy that was playing a guitar and singing in the middle of a park. He looked so peaceful and handsome, for some reason she stayed there staring at the stranger when he realized he was not alone. They introduced each other and she felt surprised because he did not recognize her as someone famous. She liked it and she was feeling a bit more curious about this man.
After days of getting to know him she started to enjoy more and more the time they spent together, it was as if she could trust him and at some point they told each other their stories, she helped him to start his career as a singer and his little brother as well, that way she could get to know more about Africa. She tried to find a solution for that problematic. At least with clothing and he helped her to get out all that hate she had with music. It was crazy… but it was just the start of long story…
Reaching a dream ...
ReplyDeleteOn the 1st of November the annual UNICEF campaign took place, the most shocking event was when Nakail a man in his 30’s, known for the supporting given to this organization and the work it does around the world, started talking about his own experience.” He was born in Nigeria, his parents were merchants and they had a little business, so their life quality was good; however, when Nakail was 12 years old his life changed abruptly, because when his parents made a trip to Sierra Leone without knowing there people were living in emergency due to the Ebola outbreak, they got infected and when they did not receive hospital care they died.
Nakail’s relatives did not want to take care of him because it was hard to support their own families, hence he started living on his own; so he had to look for a job, when he finally got it this was about working in mining in Adamawa -one of the poorest cities in Nigeria.The next two years Nakail had to live in extreme poverty,eating the leftover food his boss gave him, sleeping in the streets and noticing the misery in which other children and adults had to live because of the inequality.
One day, an NGO arrived to the region where he was living. Nakail thought it would be an opportunity to escape from that slavery and misery; that NGO offered an education program, so he decided to enter, and 4 years later he finished his studies, which allowed him to volunteer abroad and when he was 20 years old, with the help of some NGOs he reached to start his professional career ; he always dreamed of being a pilot, so he could be part of the projects that seek to help the world, by making it possible to bring food,medicines and other resources people need, no matter where they are living. Some years later his dream came true and currently he is working with different NGOs around the world.
M: for the supporting given
DeleteC: for the support given
M: they had a little business
C: they had a small business
M: without knowing there people were living
C: without knowing there were people living
M: and when they did not receive hospital care they died
C: and as they did not receive hospital care, they died.
M: he reached to start
C: he could start
M: where they are living.
C: where they live.
An island, called Madi, of the most beautiful that can exist where you could find exquisite dishes in great quantities, a perfect climate and spectacular locations, a tropical paradise. This was the place where Lia was. She had always been fascinated by having new experiences in different parts of the world and this was one she would never forget. She had decided to paddle a little around the island and so relax a little, she lay down a moment and closed his eyes, was about to fall asleep but ahe got up quickly and saw far away a small island, which did not look so extravagant as in which she was , but she still decided to get closer.
ReplyDeleteThe panorama was completely different, it felt sadness and oblivion, it was an African community. Babies, children, men, women and the elderly all of them had something in common; They were carrying a very hard reality where the chances of a dignified and quiet life were practically nil. Lia was totally surprised that in an island so close to Madi there was such a different reality. She walked a little among the people with the hope that someone could explain to her the whole situation, but apparently no one paid attention to Lía even though his appearance was very different from those on that island they lived, she saw in the distance that there was a child who walked to her, apparently he was the only one who had cared about the presence of Lía, when he came to her side did not say anything for a moment then said: "I want to be a pilot" Lia did not expect those words he asked "why?" He replied "If I were a pilot I could fly to many places, meet new people could be happy, free, clean; I want to fly far away, where there is a future, where I can be loved and love. "
These were simple words, but full of truth. Lia had no idea what to do, at any time in her life she thought that a day like that would happen, she tried to think about what she could do for him but the possibilities were limited, she promised the boy that she would come back and return to the island. Lia was totally willing to help him, but the days passed and each person who Lía asked for help said the same thing: "That island does not exist, those people do not exist, forget that and enjoy Madi” Little by little she left behind his thoughts about the other island and began to think that everything had been part of his imagination. The influence of the other people had been so great that she forgot the reality of that little boy who was a few miles away.
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Delete-M: An island, called Madi, of the most beautiful that can exist where you could find…
DeleteS: An island, called Madi, of the most beautiful that can exist. Where you could find…
-M: ..., a tropical paradise.
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-M: …and so relax a little, she lay down a moment…
S: …and so relax a little; she lied down a moment…
-M: …and closed his eyes, was about to fall asleep …
S: …and closed her eyes. She was about to fall asleep …
-M: She had decided to paddle a little around the island and so relax a little…
S: She had decided to paddle a little around the island and so relax a few minutes…
-M: …but ahe got up quickly and…
S: …but she got up quickly and…
-M: Babies, children, men, women and the elderly all of them had something in common…
S: Babies, children, men, women and the elderly all, of them had something in common…
-M: in common; They were carrying a very hard reality where the chance…
S: in common; they were carrying a very hard reality, where the chances…
I am from here and here I stay.
ReplyDeleteThis story started three years ago thanks to my desire to leave my country and know the world. I really wanted to leave and not return, my desire was to go country after country and forget about Colombia and everything I left here. The first place I wanted to go was Africa, because of its nature I was very interested. I visited several countries, everything seemed incredible to me, their landscapes were beautiful, the adventure opportunities there were immense. This happened in my third week of being in Africa, I was suggested to do a safari among lions and to cross the jungles in search of gorillas.
While I was enjoying this journey through the jungles I felt that someone was chasing me, but I didn't feel intimidated. The minutes passed and I still felt that someone was following me, I did'nt pay much attention so I decided to sit down and rest a little. I took my camera because I wanted to capture the best moments, places and animals that I could perceive there when someone came out of the trees, an African child with beautiful eyes that if he looked directly in your face you could feel that he knew everything, absolutely everything about you. He approached me and asked my name, I told him where I was from and he told me some things about my country that I honestly didn't know. He must have been about 13 years old, but if you talked to him you could realize all the intelligence he possessed. He was able to tell me some things in Spanish and that surprised me because he didn't go to school. We talked for a long time and it was getting late, it was getting dark and he asked me to follow him. We walked about 10 minutes and arrived at a community of tribes, there were about 20 people and all of them had a joy that infected.
His name was Haaziq what meand "intelligent". He told me that everything he knew was thanks to books or magazines that some tourists had given him, or simply stories that people told him. He told me that he had met many people whom he found in the jungle and that these people always left something for him to remember. I asked him if he dreamed of ever going out there, traveling or going to study in the city and he said no. He was happy there, everyone was happy and I couldn't understand why it was so important for him to stay there. There was no light, internet, technology or anything for him to have fun (or so I thought) He told me that he didn'tt want to leave until he was of legal age, for him it was important to be close to his family, with the people with whom he grew up. He told me that there he had everything, that he valued all the effort he and his community made to stay there. Many people wanted to help him and offered to take him to another place to study because they realized how smart he was, but he didn't accept.
-When I grow up I will know more about the world, I will have enough knowledge to go and study, to return and continue helping my community. I am from here and here I stay.
I spent hours talking with him and the next day I left with a different thought from the one I had. He helped me understand that I couldn't just leave and leave everything in my country, I lived my best years in Colombia with my family, my friends, my neighbors and I couldn't forget what made me grow and where I am. I continue traveling and to each person I know I tell them how beautiful my country is.
If he valued everything he had, and I didn't value everything that I had and that he had never had, I was doing something wrong.
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I didn't find any other mistake.
Omandi was a boy of eleven years old who lived in Kiberia, a region of Africa that does not have the minimum services that a community needs, it is a region where there is not education, where sickness do not forgive the children, a region that seems not have future.
ReplyDeleteBut Omandi was a child who wanted to have a future and even with a sick he knew he could make many things, like be a pilot that was his biggest dream, he thought it was very difficult because he did not have the support of a parents. One day a support group arrived in this region carrying a large amount of food and medicine, they stayed in kibera for a few weeks and in the last days, they saw a little boy walking alone in the streets, they saw that the child was very sick and suddenly the child fell to the floor. That boy was Omandi who had fainted because of severe malnutrition.
The support group quickly picked up Omandi and took him to where they were sleeping, but they could not help him, he was very sick, the solution was to take Omandi to a hospital. They took him with them in a helicopter and already in a hospital, Omandi recovered but he did not want to go back to Kiberia, he asked the group to help him stay in that country so that the government would support him, and so omandi was left in the hands of the children's service.
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Delete1- M: Omandi was a boy of eleven years old
DeleteC: Omandi was an 11-year-old boy
2- M: sickness do not forgive the children,
C: sickness does not forgive the children,
3- M: even with a sick
C: even with a illness/ even sick
4- M: like be a pilot
C: Like to become a pilot
5- M: that was his biggest dream
C: which was his biggest dream
6- M: the support of a parents
C: the support of parents
7- M: the child fell to the floor
C: the child felt to the ground
8- M: they took him to where they were sleeping
C: They took him to the place they were sleeping
Khan was a 13 year old boy who lived in India with his parents. He was a very spoiled child because his parents were very wealthy and gave him everything he wanted. One day Khan's parents died and left many debts, so Khan ran out of fortune and had to live on the street. Khan was an only child, had no siblings and no family other than his parents.
ReplyDeleteKhan had to live on the street and beg, sometimes people gave him money and food but other times had to look for leftover food in the trash.One morning, Khan felt very sick and was dying, a lady his angel) who was passing by his side took him to a medical center and there he was diagnosed with HIV, as Khan had no money to buy the drugs the lady bought them, but that was a lifelong disease and the drugs would run out at any time.
After taking him to eat, the lady left Khan in a park with an ice cream and went away. Khan went back to the street where he stayed and settled a cardboard on the floor and fell asleep. After two days Khan woke up and did not find his meds, someone had stolen them.
The next day, Khan followed begging to can eat and buy some drugs, thanks to the people who helped him with alms Khan was improving. Weeks later, while he was sleeping in the street, Khan was raped by an older and unpleasant man. Khan tried to seek help, but in a place where most people was struggle to survive, was very difficult to found some help. He was alone, in a very hard world for a 13 year old boy... 2 days later Khan died of malnutrition and HIV.
1. M: a 13 year old boy
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2. M: as Khan had no money to buy the drugs the lady bought them
C: Khan had no money to buy the medicines, so this lady bought them
3. M: After taking him to eat
C: After taking him out to eat
4. M: Khan followed begging to can eat and ...
C: Khan kept begging for food and ...
5. M: most people was struggle to survive,
C: most of the people was struggling to survive,
6. M: to survive, was very difficult to found
C: to surive. It was very difficult to found
September 13, 2015 was Sunday night, I believe that Sundays nights are depressing and I was thinking about poverty, I was reading the newspaper and I found a story that told about a boy who dreamed of being a pilot, his name was Rafael, he was 12 years old and he lived in “El Bronx”.
ReplyDeleteHer mother died of HIV, after a man on the streets of Bogota sexually abused her. After his mother died, Luis, his father took care of him but Luis was an alcoholic therefore he began to drink more than usual and when he was drunk, he hit Rafael very hard. His father was killed since he was a dealer and owed money to dangerous people. Rafael only wanted to fly far away, he was alone in the world.
Rafael wanted to find a way out and escape from his problems, his sadness and he was hungry but unfortunately he knew a boy named Carlos, his new friend, he said to Rafael that smelled a yellow bottle that Carlos had in his hands, after that he would feel as if he was flying to a very distant place, where there is no pain or hunger.
After a few months Rafael sank into the world of drugs and died of an overdose of cocaine. Finally he could fly to a very far place where he found his mother waiting for him with open arms.
Never forget your goal
ReplyDeleteThis is the story of a boy, who lived with his very poor family in Connecticut, the economic situation by those times was very hard in all the city, children could not go to schools and their parents had to force them to work since they were little. Jack, the boy, everyday took his bag full of sweets and went to the streets to sell them. While he was working he was reading a book given from his grandfather in order to practice his reading. The first place he visited was the “Spanish street” because he really loved the Spanish language but he did not know anything about that, he just saw how some people spoke it and the store ads. He dreamed of being able to speak Spanish but he knew that it was something impossible in his situation. There was a man who always bought him at least a candy in order to help him. He was Norman, an old man raised in Spain and the owner of the most famous Spanish restaurant there. They talked every single day around fifteen minutes and they had a good relation.
One day, Jack asked to Norman to teach him Spanish, but Norman could not do it because he did not have time by his business, Norman gave him a gift, It was a book about “how to speak Spanish” he was very grateful.
Jack started to read it and tried to understand thing by thing. And he started to share with the Spanish people. His father did not like the idea of studying Spanish, he always said that Jack could not lose time in those activities; he just had to work a lot to support the family. However, Jack did both. He studied until late in the nights and woke up to work early.
The years passed, and when Jack was 17 and he finally knew speak in Spanish. There was a very difficult moment in the economy of the country, and people did not spend money, so, Jack was affected by that. He just sold the middle of what he sold before. His father was very angry and he decided to send Jack to the military forces, Jack was very unhappy with that and he thought all his effort for learning Spanish was lost.
When he arrived the military center, the commandant said: This squadron is going to work in Spain, we need a commandant in there but we do not have that person yet, he just has to lead the team and communicate with the others squadrons there, please, if someone know to speak in Spanish, raise your hand”. Jack was the only one, and he could get the job he always has wanted.
I want to be a whore.
ReplyDeleteMy name is Maggie, I am 4 years old. I want to be a whore because my father says my mother is a whore. I love my mother. She is the kindest person I know, and I know a lot of people because we live in a big house with many rooms in it and several families live here. She usually wakes up at 5 am to prepare breakfast for my older sister, for me and for an elderly couple who lives next door. Afterwards, she helps us to be ready for school, because she says that education will give us wings to scape from that prison, I think she is talking about the house because it has bars in front of the front door.
While we're on the bus on our way to school, she stands up and sing for everyone, she is a very good singer and everyone seems to enjoy her singing because they give me lots of coins when I go seat by seat to pick them. I like to see the smile on people's faces and that's why I think my mom is the best, because she works making people happy. In the nights, she goes to a place full of lights and loud music to sing for men who "want some company" or that's what my dad says, I guess it is because in the nights everyone is sleeping and they can't, so they go to my mom's work place just to listen to her singing.
The only sad part in my mom's job is when she arrives late at night. My dad is waiting for her and every night is the same: He yells at her that she is a whore and that she is going to die soon because of it. As my dad is usually drunk, I think he says foolishness because singing doesn't kill anybody. IHV does, and even though my mom is going to leave us soon because she has it, she won't die. She will live through my songs, she will smile with the crowd and her soul will shine when the applause sounds. That when I become a whore.
M: because my father says my mother is a whore
DeleteC: because my father says that my mother is a whore
M: She is the kindest person I know
C: She is the kindest person that I know
M: I think he says foolishness because singing...
C: I think that he says foolishnesses because singing...
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ReplyDelete"I want to be normal"
ReplyDeleteMy name is Ricardo, i'm from Spain, i'm 15 years old, and i want to be normal. I don't have parents, or yes, but not as i would have liked, they are working all the time. I live alone in a big apartment, i have food, internet, that is all that i need, just me, and my preferences but sometimes i would like have friends, i don't have because they say that i'm a stupid strange, that i'm weak, just because i like play pc, the manga, listen to music and i dont like to play soccer, and and that's why they usually hit me, okay, no usually, always. The school is not difficult for me, really i can do anything if i want, but they are hitting to me everytime what i talk in class. I lost my desire to stay there, i arrive late to class because if i arrive early and they see to me, is a fucking hell. My teachers say that i have changed, but they don't know nothing, three days ago i told to my parents that i want to change of school, but they ignore to me all the time, just say, of course, wait me two minutes, and dissapear, as if i did not exist, they don't perceive my fucking existance. Yesterday i entered to the school bathroom's and for my fucking luck, they were there, just said me "litle and weak girl", and then they beat me a lot, i can't feel my cheeks yet. Sometimes i wonder, how would be my life if i were normal, like them, if i knew how play soccer, how be normal.
I thought that i need do something to change this situation, and yes, i thought and thought and thought, but sometimes the problem is, when you think with hate, with wvil in your heart, because that is what the people sow in your heart, you hate them and wish that you never met them, or better, that they never have borned, because, believe in me, i hate them. The only one conclusion was that i'm a good boy, i don't do nothing bad to they, so then they are the problem, they are the fucking problem, are just stupid people. So i decided it, everything will change. Today i arrived early to class, and in the enter of the school i saw them, and again hit me, without reasons, but this time was different, these hits were differents, this time, my hate for them make me hurt, and i didn't feel nothing. I had gasoline in my bag, all my classmates were in maths, and i was out the classroom, i waited, i took air, i entered to the classroom and i started to throw all the gasoline in they, after, i lit a bricket and all of them started to burn, the most part of they died, the teacher, trying to scape, jump over the window and now can't walk, the best of this is that, the most part of they, never will can hit me again.
In this moment i'm in a psycho clinic, i can't move my arms, and i'm alone in a white room. I think that i took the best choice, sometimes i regret, haha, is a joke, that was exciting for me, was the best pleasure in all my life, i loved that moment and i would can do it a lot of times. Because remember that all the stories have a nice ending.