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View Article  A Proposal on the Street

(Written by a former resident of Shanghai)

It was when I read an article entitled “A Marriage Proposal that I learned the second meaning for “proposal”.  As my son is an architect, I knew that he submitted proposals to design buildings, but I hadn’t known that it was also used to describe a man’s asking a woman for her hand in marriage. 

In some Western countries, that’s a very romantic time.  I’d seen it in movies, but I didn’t suspect that it could be used casually until last Friday when my friend Pat told me about an embarrassing incident that had occurred to her last Sunday night at the bus station.  

After Mass that evening, she had gone to McDonalds to have dinner by herself, and while she was eating, she saw a well-dressed man of middle age go to the counter.  He gave the clerk several coins – perhaps about a dollar - and said that he needed some food, but that was all the money he had.

The clerk was very nice to him.  She responded that he should take a seat, and he sat at a table near Pat.  After awhile, the clerk served him a hamburger.

Pat watched the man eating his hamburger and noted that he didn’t have a drink or fries, and a still, small voice in her mind said to her, “You should give him five dollars for juice and something else.”

She went to his table and put five dollars on it without saying a word and then returned to her seat.

The man got up and followed her back to her table and said, “Thank you, woman”, and then repeated it, “Thank you, old woman”.    

             After she finished her meal, she left and walked to the bus station to wait for her ride.  She was surprised to see that the man had followed her and was at her side.  When he had her attention, he asked, “Could you give me your hand?”

She thought he might want to shake hands and extended her arm toward him.  He took her hand, kissed it, and then kneeled down saying, “Thank you very much.”

The bus was right behind her, and she boarded it.  The driver of the bus was laughing, as he had seen everything that had happened so she told him the story.  He continued to laugh and said that the man had proposed to her. 

That thought hadn’t occurred to her, but it had been somewhat romantic.  The bus driver was still laughing, but she was embarrassed.

 

 

 

 

View Article  Typhoon!

(Written by a freshman at the University of Macao)

The air in the evening was sweltering.  I’d rambled all day at the national zoo and was on my way home when suddenly there was a powerful flash in the sky followed by rumbling thunder.  The dark clouds became thicker and thicker, and I put up my umbrella as I waited for the inevitable rain.

More lightning….thunder….and then a torrential downpour.  The increased force of the wind made walking difficult. 

 My umbrella trembled and then was whipped about, it’s metal bars bent toward me.  I feared that it would be broken and fought to fold it up again.  Hanging my head down a little, I used one hand to keep the rain out of my eyes.    

 The wind was howling as it rushed by my ears. Rainwater was attacking my body.  I felt as if I were fighting a battle all alone even though street lights were lit as usual and I could see other people on the street.

 I ran to the shelter of an awning outside a restaurant that was already providing a reasonably dry place for dozens of people.  I slipped through the crowd so that I could stand in the back – next to a window.  The rain beating fiercely against the ground had the sound of soldiers at target practice.

 I leaned my head against the glass and found that it was trembling.  The storm wasn’t just a problem for people; even the building was in danger.  There we stood – with the cold winds blowing against us, water flowing over our feet, and all of our clothes soaked.  It wasn’t the best of evenings, but it was one I wouldn’t soon forget.      

 While standing there, I turned to look through the window and was attracted by a table at which a man and a little boy sat, bathed in the warm light of an orange-shaped lamp.  It’s possible that they were father and son.  They were oblivious of the bad weather in which all of us outside were standing.  The child was enjoying the meal with his father who had just shared a beefsteak with him.  Though I couldn’t hear anything they said, I imagined the following dialogue:

                        “Do you like it?”

                        “Yeah!”

                        “If so, you may have more…”

 The rainwater continued to flow down through the overhead eaves and the streetlights showed it streaming into the ditch along the road.  The rain was still heavy, but the wind was starting to die down and it had become much quieter.

 Though we had some light as we stood there trying to keep dry, it seemed dim in comparison to the light around the father and his son.  The air around them was bright – so bright that it made me feel warm.  I felt that there was no reason to be tense any more; I was going to be fine.

I gave my wet clothes a squeeze as I tried to put them in order and the thought went through my head that people may fear the power of nature, but practically anything can be defeated by love.

            Through the remaining drops of rain, I cheerfully made my way home.

View Article  The Importance of Having Friends

(Written by a Chinese girl in grade school)

You love to have friends, don’t you?  This paper is all about the kind of love that you feel for friends.  It’s very special.  You may not have thought about it very much, but it’s unique.

My friends and I help each other at my school.  Whenever I have a problem, my friends are right there for me.  I usually have fun at recess, but when I start to get bored, I look for my friends and my mood changes right away.  We teach each other new things.  When I was in second grade, a friend taught me how to swing on the monkey bars.

You can learn together, and that helps you make fewer mistakes.  If you work alone, you may not be aware that you’re not doing something right, but a friend can catch mistakes right away.  They can give you advice and strategies.  They give you help right when you need it.  The two of you become smarter because you’re using two brains to solve problems.

Last year, Kandice and I were both in Mrs. Brown’s class.  We’d get homework with  directions of how to do it, but after we got home, we’d find that we really didn’t understand.  So we’d call each other and talk about what we were supposed to do.  We’d share ideas.

Throughout the school year, we became “homework buddies”, and we still call each other sometimes – mostly about math. 

Friends make your life so much better.  They can help in so many ways.  Having friends is one of the most important things in my life.  

Imagine what it would be like if you had no one with whom you could share secrets - no one to play with or to call when you felt like talking.  Your life would really be empty.  Having friends is very important. 

            Think about it!

 

 

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