The story of man

In the morning of Friday, He got up at 7 O’clock. While he had flight left to Paris at 09.15 am. At 8 o’clock, he took coffee and check of document while he had accident because spill coffee attacked to the important documents. He was moody. In addition, the car’s he was breaking down at the half past nine. He must to take the taxi but the taxi was full. He was angry and worried about of time. He found the taxi to the airport. However, He left in the airport but he became late. He missed the flight. He was upset and miss meeting. So, he went to home. At 11:30 am. He watched TV news and the news told about the flight of 9:15 was accident. The flight to Paris fell land in the sea. He looked at them, he didn't serious injuries because he wasn't on the flight. He thought he miss flight was very fortunate.  He thought he was very lucky. Because If he was on the flight. He would have died. And he thankful the god to help me in this life.

Chapter 10

I had always taken Agnes’s advice, and I did so this time.  I do not remember how I got home, but I do remember Steerforth helping me to undress and get into bed.  What a terrible, sleepless night I spent!  How ill I felt!  How dry my mouth was!  But the next morning I felt even worse.  I was so miserable and ashamed that I had been so stupid, and that Agnes had seen me drunk.  I could not even apologize to her, because I did not know where she was staying in London.  I spent the whole day with my head in my hands, in my dirty, smoky room, surrounded by empty wine bottles.

But the next day a note was delivered to my flat.  It was from Agnes, asking me to visit her at the house where she was staying.  I went straight there after my day’s work at the office.

Agnes smiled miserably.  'My poor father has no choice.  You know how unhappy he has often has been?  And of course you’ve seen him drinking.  You see, he loved my mother very much, and when she died, he didn’t care so much about his work.  That’s when he started drinking.  Uriah’s very clever – he knows all this, and he’s been very useful to Father, doing all the work that Father had forgotten or didn’t want to do.  Father really needs Uriah now, to keep his business going.  And Uriah himself pretends to be humble and grateful, but in fact he’s in a strong position, and is insisting on becoming a partner.  Father is ashamed of himself, but he has to agree.  Poor Father!  I ‘d do anything to help him, anything!’  And Agnes sobbed bitterly.

Chapter 9

I decided to go to London first, to stay at a hotel for a few nights, and see all the sights of that great city.  I knew it would be very different from the last time I was in London, when I was working at the warehouse.  Now I was adult, and educated, and had money.

The hotel I chose was called the Golden Cross, and because I looked so young, I was given a very small, dark room in the roof.  But I did not feel confident enough to complain.

That evening I was returning from the theatre when I recognized someone going into the hotel.  I could not prevent myself from saying at once.

A week passed very quickly, with visits to the theatre, the museums and the zoo.  We went sightseeing, riding, swimming and boating.  Steerforth was the perfect companion to have, and I admired him even more than before.  In fact, I loved him with all my heart.

Chapter 8

I was delighted to see him again, and Mrs Heep invited him in for some tea.  I had to introduce him to the Heeps, but I did not think that Uriah would be a good influence on Mr Micawber.  However , I was interested to discover that the Micawbers were now living in Canterbury, as nothing had ‘turned up’ in Devon.  They seemed to be very short of money again, and surrounded by creditors as usual. I left the Heeps’ house as soon as possible, taking Mr Micawber with me, as I did not want him to tell Uriah all about my life at the warehouse in London.

And so the years passed.  I learnt everything that Dr Strong and his teachers could teach me, and at seventeen, came to the end of my schooldays.  My aunt suggested that, before deciding what profession to choose, I should spend a month in London or travelling round the country.  This would give me time to consider my next step. I agreed enthusiastically, and although I was sorry to say goodbye to my sweet friend Agnes and her father, I was looking forward to leading the life of an independent young gentleman.

Chapter 7

So, after helping the Micawbers to pack their few clothes, and waving goodbye to them at the coach station on their way to Devon, I went to the warehouse for my last day at work.  I did not tell anyone I would not be coming back the following week.  In the evening I packed my case, and put the ten shillings in the little purse Peggotty had once given me.  I looked around for someone to help me with my case, which was rather heavy for me, and saw a tall young man with a horse and cart passing by.

The young man put the case into his cart.  Then, looking round quickly to make sure there were no witnesses, he pushed me roughly against the wall and took my purse out of my trembling hand.  Before I could say a word, he had driven the horse and cart down the road and out of sight round the corner.  I knew I would never see him, my case or my ten shillings again.

Chapter 6

When we arrived in Yarmouth and down from the cart, we said goodbye to Mr Barkis.  Daniel and Ham Peggotty were waiting for us.  Daniel and Ham were exactly the same as I remembered them, cheerful and generous as ever, but little and prettier, but she did not want to play with me, or spend her time with me, I was rather disappointed, because I still considered she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, and I thought I was in love with her.  Daniel and Ham were very proud of her intelligence and beauty, and just smiled when she laughingly refused to sit next to me.  But they all listened with interest to my stories of school life at Salem House. I told them about the other boys, especially the handsome, clever Steerforth.  I admired him so much that I could not stop myself telling them all about him.  Suddenly I noticed that Emily was listening eagerly, her blue eyes shining and a smile on her lips.  She blushed when she saw that we were all looking at her, and hid her face behind her hands.

I now realized that when the Micawbers left London, as they were planning to do, I would be very lonely in the city.  I still hated my work in the warehouse, and wanted to make a better life for myself.  I thought about it for a long time, and decided there was only one thing I could do.  I would try to find my one surviving relation, my father’s aunt,  Miss Betsey Trotwood, and ask her to help me.  I knew she lived somewhere near Dover, in Kent.  I could go there by coach, because Peggotty had once sent me ten shillings to keep, in case I ever needed it.  The time had come to use that money.

Unit 10

Karate is a very dangerous activity

Karate is a very famous martial art in Japan. It shows the Harmony of Body and Spirit and is a very effective self defense for those who would like to learn more about the Japanese art and sport and for advanced students it is a great chance to exchange experience.

There are many reasons that people take up karate lessons, some of which I have discussed in other articles. Some articles cover why those reasons might not be the right reasons for you. Many people doing Shotokan today will disagree with me strongly for zeroing in on the negative aspects of taking up Karate. For more than ten years they have been howling with protest that I am doing a disservice to the very concept of Karate as an art. Some say that I am disrespectful of “the Shotokan Community.” A few chuckleheads have even tried to invoke Buddhist ancestor worship and have claimed that I am smearing “The Legacy of the Masters.” Let them gripe and complain. People who are heavily invested financially in selling Karate lessons and supplies, and people who are emotionally invested in receiving their self-esteem from their sense of being an authentic Karate expert want people like me to only say and write very positive and uplifting things about Karate.

I think that it’s fine to stay positive. Focusing on only the negative aspects of something like Karate can ruin it as a hobby for just about anyone, including me. We should acknowledge the good things and talk about how we enjoy them. But I prefer not to be dishonestly positive to the point that I am basically spreading my own rationalizations and denial. I am not going to spread only promotional and marketing materials about Karate. Good lord, we have enough of that already. I don’t mind contributing my honest opinions about the things that are good about training Karate, but let’s not white-wash the bad and pretend it isn’t there in the name of encouraging people to sign up for lessons. Let’s be honest and tell it like it is.