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An Exciting Trip

I have just received a letter from my brother, Tim. He is an Australia. He has been there for six months. Tim is an engineer. He is working for a big firm and he has already visited a great number of different places in Australia. He has gone to alice Springs, a small town in the centre of Australia. He will soon visit Darwin. From there, he will fly to Pert. My brother has never been abroad before, so he is finding this trip very exciting.

Simply That How ?


There is a story, a farmer finds a magic spring. The spring water can be issued gold coins are countless.
The spring could make the farmers become rich no matter how he wants, because running new gold money stops when the farmer said the word "enough."
Instantly the farmer stunned to see gold coins falling in front of his nose. He picked up a few buckets to collect money that surprised. After everything is full, he brought to his little hut to be stored there.
Disbursement of money continues to flow as the farmer to fill all the sacks, all crock, even filled his house. Still less! He dug a big hole to hoard gold. Not yet
enough, he let his eyes water continues to flow until the farmer eventually died buried along with his greed because he could never say enough.
The most difficult words spoken by human beings is perhaps the word "enough." When will we say enough? Almost all employees feel their salaries can not say worth the hard work.
Employers almost always feel the company's revenues are still below target. The wife complained her husband's lack of attention. The husband believes his wife's lack of understanding. The kids think their parents less generous. All felt less and less. When will we say enough?

    Enough is not about how much. Enough is a matter of contentment. Enough can only spoken by people who can be grateful.

No need to fear saying enough. Saying the word just does not mean we stop trying and working.
"Enough" should not be interpreted as a condition of stagnation, stagnant and complacent. Saying the words is enough to make us see what we have received, not what we have not got. Do not let the greed of humans make it hard to say enough.
Learn to suffice himself with what is in us today, then we'll be a happy man.
Learn to say "Enough"

A Private Conversation

Last week I went to the theatre. I had a very good seat. The play was very interesting. I did not enjoy it. A young man and a young woman were sitting behind me. They were talking loudly. I got very angry. I could not hear the actors. I turned round. I looked at the man and the woman angrily. They did not pay any attention. In the end, I could not bear it. I turned round again . ' I can't hear a word !' I said angrily.
     ' It's none of your business, ' the young man said rudely. ' This is a privat conversation !'

Please Send Me a Card

Postcards always spoil my holidays. Last summer, I went to Italy. I visited museums and sat in public gardens. A friendly waiter taught me few words of Italian. Then he lent me a book. I read a few lines, but I did not understand a word. Every day I thought about post card. My holiday passed quickly, but I did not send any card to my friends. On the last day I made a big decision. I got up early and bought thirty-seven card. I spend the whole day in my room, but I did not write a single card !

It Could be Worse

I entered the hotel manager's office and sat down. I had just lost $50 and I left very upset. 'I left the money in my room,' I said, 'and it's not there now.' The manager was sympathetic, but he could do nothing. 'Everyone's losing money these day,' he said. He starded to complain about this wicked world but was interrupted by a knock at the door. A girl came in and put an envelope on his desk. It contained $50. ' I found this outsaid this gentleman's room, ' she said. 'Well.' I said to the manager, 'there is still some honesty in this world!'

Breakfast or Lunch ?

It was sunday. I never get up early on sundays. I sometimes stay in bed until lunch time. Last sunday I got up very late. I looked out of the window. It was dark outside. 'What a day !' I thought. 'It's raining again.' Just then, the telephone rang. It was my aunt Lucy. 'I'm coming to see you.'
           'But I'm still having breakfast,' I said.
           'What are you doing ?' she asked.
           'I'm having breakfast,' I repeated.
           'Dear me,' she said. 'Do you always get up so late ? It's one o'clock !'

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