story: the second reason i survive (english ver)

- Sabtu, 29 Desember 2012

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            Learning english
                     (The second reason I survive)

    My name is Ichsan. I was born on 15 January 1996. I was 15 years old. I lived with a family that were warm and happy, even though I only lived together with my mother in a small but comfortable house, my mother suffered from heart disease which caused it my mother can not do a lot of activities. My father had died when he sold his kidney to get money to pay off the cost of labor, when it was the mother who gave birth were not yet born when her amniotic fluid had been broken  first and lead labor in quik. And by the time I was born, my father who had only one kidney does not live long. What else do his job as a construction worker making expend a lot of energy every day. I was 3 weeks at the time and I  had orphaned. My mother continued to take care of the money from my father's kidney sales. Once my life was not like this, me and my mother still have a house and various equipment. But one day when my mother tried to invest the money that is actually tricked my mother, and our lives were full of debts. I was a little  who can not help at the time and I just made my mom became difficult with tears. Because debt collectors continue to chase, my mother took me away from Yogya to Jakarta to escape . Live in Jakarta were very cruel. However, my mother continued to take care of everything. And now the mother is not able to do a lot of activities and it's my turn to replace it. I work everyday as scavengers. There is no other job I can do. I tried to work construction but immediately rejected because my body was small and thin, and I did not go to school. Being scavengers I was very grateful. At least I could buy food for the day to day.

One day when I was scavenging trash bins I slipped and almost fell off the bridge, but lucky  a foreign national man took my hand and pulled me. I really appreciate .but I'm sure he could not understand what I say. He gave me a handkerchief to keep the blood out of my arm. He spoke little and continue to roll the handkerchief in my arms until someone from a distance called. He left his business card and he talked to me a little. The word that kept on repet but I could not understand and then he walked over to his friend, and then go. I still sat transfixed I kept recalling the events that had just occurred and start thinking about how if I had fallen. And I'm so very grateful to her , and I will not forget this incident. I promise one day I'll meet  and expressed "gratitude" to the English language. Let's meet once again.

Now I start thinking of ways how to I can speak English. And keeping promises .i began to turn my brain suddenly a wind-blown paper toward my face. And I began to open up the scrap of paper that read "debating competition english" I began to widen my eyes when I read "the winners will be educated in America for free". Reading it made me motivated and re-thinking how I can master english, so while I do not have a cost for the school. I started thinking and at an angle that eventually stopped contorting my eyes when I saw the writing on the package indomie . I did not go to school, but my mother taught me how to spell the letters slightly in english. then I separated all the packets that there is english.   I remembered that on the corner across the street there is a special school of english. I went to school. I could not go but I just peeked  teachers teach lessons. I noticed they kept repeating the word from english to bahasa. I tried to hear it very clearly, and then repeat it and try to remember it. While on the way to the house I heard a song that comes from a cafe not far from my home. I stopped in front of the cafe and listen to the song and try to capture in words english. then the school and the cafe has become a place I visit every day mandatory.

Now I began to express some things in English, and the day I became the spirit of learning. Lately I also forget to eat, I just bought food for my mother. I'm very spirit of saving money after seeing the English textbooks that are sold by an old lady at a flea market at low prices. I keep saving up to buy it and now I've got it. But my stomach was so sore I had a few days without food and only drinking water. On the way home I found a money bag fell worth 50,000 from a man who was well-dressed. He had walked away. I plan on buying food than money, but then I remember my mother said to continue to be a good boy and it would be nice if I get back this money to its owner. My body was limp I searched earlier figure of a man, a well-dressed man and a little chubby he was white complexioned. I hobbled until I caught a glimpse of the man I was looking for. I saw it at the end of the intersection who want to stop the taxi. I began to quicken my footsteps a little run and I got him. With the halting breath I give him his money and embarrassment my stomach started cheering when I get in front of him, making him laugh a little and eventually invited me to sit in a cafe. I'm very grateful, be saved by her stomach. After a little talk he finally went home and so did me, on the way home I thought there was something like that I forget, I paused to make sure my body was intact and nothing was missing And the thought struck me, the thing in my hand disappeared somewhere. I turned the fast pace, the new English book I bought with the money from the savings seem to lag at the cafe. I was too panicked until I fell and now my knees bled.  my clothes was dirty, I do not care about the pain I kept running without ignoring the pain until I got to the place I want to go.

I ran into the cafe and went to my seat earlier. the book, book no longer exists. I stopped and began to turn my head to look for the book. However, an employee sand me out.he pulled me out with a polite tone, but a bit harsh, I asked the book to him but he shook his head. I sat in front of the cafe , without me knowing all the pairs of eyes on me with her mouth slightly moving talking about. I do not care I'm going to wait until the cafe is closed and will be looking to book me in there. However, shortly after another employee came over and gave me a book that I find I am looking very happy but I am confused he gave me so many English books and show sincere smile, thank you. The word does not stop I kept saying.

The sun was setting I had not come home this day. And there are other things that I forget. January 15th, today was my birthday. I walked cheerfully towards the house. My legs never stopped running constantly dancing with a slight pain in my leg does not feel the slightest. When I got home I was surprised because I did not have the figure of my mother who always exudes smile when I get home. I looked around the house, but I did not find it I began to worry. And finally I found the figure of a woman across the street using a white scarf.  Mother! I tried to him but he told me to stay  and wait here. I followed what he said . But I can not I want to pick her up . My legs started to move and the mother told me not to move. I was speechless and my mind kept asking "why?" I do not listen to him and kept walking. Seeing that i was not listening to him started getting angry , and he immediately came over to me. Roads were deserted at the time, and when my mother was in the middle of the road started my surprise I saw her hit by a private car that looks luxurious. It happened so fast I did not look like anything. And from where the car came from?. I went to my mother who was covered in blood now. He embraced something and it was a english book, he opened his eyes with a little force and began whispering regardless of his pain "Ichsan .. you must be a good boy and  strong and keep learning "can not say too much I can not bear to see the pain and feel so, when on the way to the hospital, my mother die. Now I'm an orphan, I live alone, I do not know anymore what is the meaning of my life and what for I live the only reason I live for is gone, and I was desperate, I could not think straight I kept remembering'd message from my mother, my tears could not stopped flowing my heart wes still broken. I saw a pile of junk that I have collected and I hung around the walls of the house are rubbish english , I saw a collection of books that I have got and one of the books covered in blood. I looked at their flat. I think to throw them all but i crossed  the last message my mother, I had to learn .. learn English and eventually I remembered my promise to a stranger who saved my life. I also have to tell my mother and she kept telling me to be grateful and continue to support me to learn English until finally, now I know my reason for living. Now there were only one reson life that  to keep my promise.

My days are spent studying, I did not pass anything other than learning. I do not eat I'm just a little sleep and much more I spend on learning. Until finally I was lying weak on the old mattress. suddenly a man get into my house I can not do anything about my body so weak until I lost consciousness. When I realized I had been in the hospital and a man approached me. I'm more curious about her before I started to ask, him first to say something, something that I hope I heard wrong, he apologized  because he had hit my mother to death. My heart would fall out at that time, my tears fall I clenched my hands strong, I do not know what I should do with this man who has been married. I am sorry to see him cry at his wife accompanied also by participating apologize. My heart is sore I could not say anything. Not a word out of my mouth. My body vibrates 2x strong heart beats faster. And the last word from him, he wanted to make me his adopted son, as a token of apology, she wants to take care of me that now only alone, first I would refuse, my heart continues to crumble at the sight, but he continues to show a sincere affection to me, I tried to avoid not hear him and kept trying not see it, but he and his wife continued to love me. Until finally I remembered the message from the mother to be a good boy, good boy certainly should not hold grudges.

I'm still in the hospital. I tried to smooth my English to practice speaking English with the doctors who took care of me. Every day I continue to bother to speak to me, at first I was hesitant, but once I tried to speak a few words he responded well and I understood what she was saying until we sank to our conversation.

It's time I left the hospital. I was very close to the people here that I was reluctant to leave. My status now is pak ridwan foster child, he invited me to stay with them but I declined, I still want to stay in my hut houses a small .i back home a lot of things changed, my home is so quiet and messy. I cleaned up the scattered books and found a scrap of paper, the paper over and then I remembered the "English debate competition". I began to believe in myself with my English doctor in the hospital a lot to teach me a lot. Now  I just need's  money for the competition registration will begin next week and the last line registration is tomorrow, I immediately went to work citing litter from morning till evening, but the money that I get is not enough I walked into the house I saw a strange thing in the house I, apparently pack mercy and his wife visited my house and bring some food. in the hands of Mr. ridwan I saw the paper I put on the wall he had read it, I was told to sit down and eat food that has been brought. after eating a pack of mercy offered that he wanted to help me, I can not be rejected, and I have issued a thousand reasons, but it is a sincere heart can not be said no, sir ridwan add that my money is not enough for the registration fees she also took me to a friend of hers to teach how to argue. I still refused to stay in her home, but she was not the least bit angry, he's a very good man.

Tomorrow is the day of the match at the start today I just repeat a little of what I have learned and use the rest of my time to rest for the last 2 days I did not sleep because of continued learning. And I do not think that I could win the race and I get a very strong opponent in the race, I'm off to America tomorrow. Pak ridwan and his wife drove me to the airport and we will meet again when I was 6 months off and then I will go back to America. Mr. ridwan advise me many things about how the country was united. I tried to remember what he say.

I have 5 months in America, now I have to know those areas very well here, I have made many friends and I hung out with ease here. And now it is my time to look for someone who has saved my life at that time. I scour the streets with the person's name card. Until finally I stood at the door of the  salip. I rang the bell, a middle-aged woman opened the door and asked who I was, I tried to explain at length while showing a business card and a handkerchief that belongs to a foreign man. She seemed to believe, but I can read the sadness of his face.

He told me to wait for him to call her grandson and the three of us went to a place where she did not let me know, he was silent and her face was very sad. Until finally we arrived at the cemetery, when he got here I realized, I realized that the stranger who seved me now gone, he was involved in an accident. I can not say anything, I feel very sad and began  tears, I put handkerchief over the headstone, and I began to whisper "thank you" I tried to say the words, but my lips trembled and I was not able to say much . I've kept my promise even if he could not hear her.

I've got to boarding school, I called my adoptive father Mr. Ridwan because next week I will return to Indonesia for a holiday, I talked at length with him on the phone and also asked about the state of my house. I plan to create an orphanage in the land, because the vacant lot next to it and I plan to buy it. Mr. ridwan very happy to hear my plan. And this is the first time he called my name, after he had only ever before you call me. Ican said the English spelling and little jokes. And the name sounds “ican”-à “i can “which means “I can”. I remember my dad and  mom, and maybe this is why my mom and dad gave me the name ihcan. So I can go through all the obstacles in my life though to myself.

 That’s story of my life until I finally managed to stand in front of you to young teachers.
Up here we encounter and do not forget to make a summary of my story and make a positive and negative values ​​of my story. Good afternoon. Said mr.ihcan end the class.


* Do not despair. God gives us trials we go through in order for us to be someone more good . countinue trying and do not give up. *

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Sabtu, 29 Desember 2012

story: the second reason i survive (english ver)

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cerita di buat untuk ikutan lomba menulis bahasa inggris. dan alhamdulillah cerita ini dapat peringat ke 4. cerita ini asli saya buat dari hasil pemikiran saya sendiri. selamat membaca :)










            Learning english
                     (The second reason I survive)

    My name is Ichsan. I was born on 15 January 1996. I was 15 years old. I lived with a family that were warm and happy, even though I only lived together with my mother in a small but comfortable house, my mother suffered from heart disease which caused it my mother can not do a lot of activities. My father had died when he sold his kidney to get money to pay off the cost of labor, when it was the mother who gave birth were not yet born when her amniotic fluid had been broken  first and lead labor in quik. And by the time I was born, my father who had only one kidney does not live long. What else do his job as a construction worker making expend a lot of energy every day. I was 3 weeks at the time and I  had orphaned. My mother continued to take care of the money from my father's kidney sales. Once my life was not like this, me and my mother still have a house and various equipment. But one day when my mother tried to invest the money that is actually tricked my mother, and our lives were full of debts. I was a little  who can not help at the time and I just made my mom became difficult with tears. Because debt collectors continue to chase, my mother took me away from Yogya to Jakarta to escape . Live in Jakarta were very cruel. However, my mother continued to take care of everything. And now the mother is not able to do a lot of activities and it's my turn to replace it. I work everyday as scavengers. There is no other job I can do. I tried to work construction but immediately rejected because my body was small and thin, and I did not go to school. Being scavengers I was very grateful. At least I could buy food for the day to day.

One day when I was scavenging trash bins I slipped and almost fell off the bridge, but lucky  a foreign national man took my hand and pulled me. I really appreciate .but I'm sure he could not understand what I say. He gave me a handkerchief to keep the blood out of my arm. He spoke little and continue to roll the handkerchief in my arms until someone from a distance called. He left his business card and he talked to me a little. The word that kept on repet but I could not understand and then he walked over to his friend, and then go. I still sat transfixed I kept recalling the events that had just occurred and start thinking about how if I had fallen. And I'm so very grateful to her , and I will not forget this incident. I promise one day I'll meet  and expressed "gratitude" to the English language. Let's meet once again.

Now I start thinking of ways how to I can speak English. And keeping promises .i began to turn my brain suddenly a wind-blown paper toward my face. And I began to open up the scrap of paper that read "debating competition english" I began to widen my eyes when I read "the winners will be educated in America for free". Reading it made me motivated and re-thinking how I can master english, so while I do not have a cost for the school. I started thinking and at an angle that eventually stopped contorting my eyes when I saw the writing on the package indomie . I did not go to school, but my mother taught me how to spell the letters slightly in english. then I separated all the packets that there is english.   I remembered that on the corner across the street there is a special school of english. I went to school. I could not go but I just peeked  teachers teach lessons. I noticed they kept repeating the word from english to bahasa. I tried to hear it very clearly, and then repeat it and try to remember it. While on the way to the house I heard a song that comes from a cafe not far from my home. I stopped in front of the cafe and listen to the song and try to capture in words english. then the school and the cafe has become a place I visit every day mandatory.

Now I began to express some things in English, and the day I became the spirit of learning. Lately I also forget to eat, I just bought food for my mother. I'm very spirit of saving money after seeing the English textbooks that are sold by an old lady at a flea market at low prices. I keep saving up to buy it and now I've got it. But my stomach was so sore I had a few days without food and only drinking water. On the way home I found a money bag fell worth 50,000 from a man who was well-dressed. He had walked away. I plan on buying food than money, but then I remember my mother said to continue to be a good boy and it would be nice if I get back this money to its owner. My body was limp I searched earlier figure of a man, a well-dressed man and a little chubby he was white complexioned. I hobbled until I caught a glimpse of the man I was looking for. I saw it at the end of the intersection who want to stop the taxi. I began to quicken my footsteps a little run and I got him. With the halting breath I give him his money and embarrassment my stomach started cheering when I get in front of him, making him laugh a little and eventually invited me to sit in a cafe. I'm very grateful, be saved by her stomach. After a little talk he finally went home and so did me, on the way home I thought there was something like that I forget, I paused to make sure my body was intact and nothing was missing And the thought struck me, the thing in my hand disappeared somewhere. I turned the fast pace, the new English book I bought with the money from the savings seem to lag at the cafe. I was too panicked until I fell and now my knees bled.  my clothes was dirty, I do not care about the pain I kept running without ignoring the pain until I got to the place I want to go.

I ran into the cafe and went to my seat earlier. the book, book no longer exists. I stopped and began to turn my head to look for the book. However, an employee sand me out.he pulled me out with a polite tone, but a bit harsh, I asked the book to him but he shook his head. I sat in front of the cafe , without me knowing all the pairs of eyes on me with her mouth slightly moving talking about. I do not care I'm going to wait until the cafe is closed and will be looking to book me in there. However, shortly after another employee came over and gave me a book that I find I am looking very happy but I am confused he gave me so many English books and show sincere smile, thank you. The word does not stop I kept saying.

The sun was setting I had not come home this day. And there are other things that I forget. January 15th, today was my birthday. I walked cheerfully towards the house. My legs never stopped running constantly dancing with a slight pain in my leg does not feel the slightest. When I got home I was surprised because I did not have the figure of my mother who always exudes smile when I get home. I looked around the house, but I did not find it I began to worry. And finally I found the figure of a woman across the street using a white scarf.  Mother! I tried to him but he told me to stay  and wait here. I followed what he said . But I can not I want to pick her up . My legs started to move and the mother told me not to move. I was speechless and my mind kept asking "why?" I do not listen to him and kept walking. Seeing that i was not listening to him started getting angry , and he immediately came over to me. Roads were deserted at the time, and when my mother was in the middle of the road started my surprise I saw her hit by a private car that looks luxurious. It happened so fast I did not look like anything. And from where the car came from?. I went to my mother who was covered in blood now. He embraced something and it was a english book, he opened his eyes with a little force and began whispering regardless of his pain "Ichsan .. you must be a good boy and  strong and keep learning "can not say too much I can not bear to see the pain and feel so, when on the way to the hospital, my mother die. Now I'm an orphan, I live alone, I do not know anymore what is the meaning of my life and what for I live the only reason I live for is gone, and I was desperate, I could not think straight I kept remembering'd message from my mother, my tears could not stopped flowing my heart wes still broken. I saw a pile of junk that I have collected and I hung around the walls of the house are rubbish english , I saw a collection of books that I have got and one of the books covered in blood. I looked at their flat. I think to throw them all but i crossed  the last message my mother, I had to learn .. learn English and eventually I remembered my promise to a stranger who saved my life. I also have to tell my mother and she kept telling me to be grateful and continue to support me to learn English until finally, now I know my reason for living. Now there were only one reson life that  to keep my promise.

My days are spent studying, I did not pass anything other than learning. I do not eat I'm just a little sleep and much more I spend on learning. Until finally I was lying weak on the old mattress. suddenly a man get into my house I can not do anything about my body so weak until I lost consciousness. When I realized I had been in the hospital and a man approached me. I'm more curious about her before I started to ask, him first to say something, something that I hope I heard wrong, he apologized  because he had hit my mother to death. My heart would fall out at that time, my tears fall I clenched my hands strong, I do not know what I should do with this man who has been married. I am sorry to see him cry at his wife accompanied also by participating apologize. My heart is sore I could not say anything. Not a word out of my mouth. My body vibrates 2x strong heart beats faster. And the last word from him, he wanted to make me his adopted son, as a token of apology, she wants to take care of me that now only alone, first I would refuse, my heart continues to crumble at the sight, but he continues to show a sincere affection to me, I tried to avoid not hear him and kept trying not see it, but he and his wife continued to love me. Until finally I remembered the message from the mother to be a good boy, good boy certainly should not hold grudges.

I'm still in the hospital. I tried to smooth my English to practice speaking English with the doctors who took care of me. Every day I continue to bother to speak to me, at first I was hesitant, but once I tried to speak a few words he responded well and I understood what she was saying until we sank to our conversation.

It's time I left the hospital. I was very close to the people here that I was reluctant to leave. My status now is pak ridwan foster child, he invited me to stay with them but I declined, I still want to stay in my hut houses a small .i back home a lot of things changed, my home is so quiet and messy. I cleaned up the scattered books and found a scrap of paper, the paper over and then I remembered the "English debate competition". I began to believe in myself with my English doctor in the hospital a lot to teach me a lot. Now  I just need's  money for the competition registration will begin next week and the last line registration is tomorrow, I immediately went to work citing litter from morning till evening, but the money that I get is not enough I walked into the house I saw a strange thing in the house I, apparently pack mercy and his wife visited my house and bring some food. in the hands of Mr. ridwan I saw the paper I put on the wall he had read it, I was told to sit down and eat food that has been brought. after eating a pack of mercy offered that he wanted to help me, I can not be rejected, and I have issued a thousand reasons, but it is a sincere heart can not be said no, sir ridwan add that my money is not enough for the registration fees she also took me to a friend of hers to teach how to argue. I still refused to stay in her home, but she was not the least bit angry, he's a very good man.

Tomorrow is the day of the match at the start today I just repeat a little of what I have learned and use the rest of my time to rest for the last 2 days I did not sleep because of continued learning. And I do not think that I could win the race and I get a very strong opponent in the race, I'm off to America tomorrow. Pak ridwan and his wife drove me to the airport and we will meet again when I was 6 months off and then I will go back to America. Mr. ridwan advise me many things about how the country was united. I tried to remember what he say.

I have 5 months in America, now I have to know those areas very well here, I have made many friends and I hung out with ease here. And now it is my time to look for someone who has saved my life at that time. I scour the streets with the person's name card. Until finally I stood at the door of the  salip. I rang the bell, a middle-aged woman opened the door and asked who I was, I tried to explain at length while showing a business card and a handkerchief that belongs to a foreign man. She seemed to believe, but I can read the sadness of his face.

He told me to wait for him to call her grandson and the three of us went to a place where she did not let me know, he was silent and her face was very sad. Until finally we arrived at the cemetery, when he got here I realized, I realized that the stranger who seved me now gone, he was involved in an accident. I can not say anything, I feel very sad and began  tears, I put handkerchief over the headstone, and I began to whisper "thank you" I tried to say the words, but my lips trembled and I was not able to say much . I've kept my promise even if he could not hear her.

I've got to boarding school, I called my adoptive father Mr. Ridwan because next week I will return to Indonesia for a holiday, I talked at length with him on the phone and also asked about the state of my house. I plan to create an orphanage in the land, because the vacant lot next to it and I plan to buy it. Mr. ridwan very happy to hear my plan. And this is the first time he called my name, after he had only ever before you call me. Ican said the English spelling and little jokes. And the name sounds “ican”-à “i can “which means “I can”. I remember my dad and  mom, and maybe this is why my mom and dad gave me the name ihcan. So I can go through all the obstacles in my life though to myself.

 That’s story of my life until I finally managed to stand in front of you to young teachers.
Up here we encounter and do not forget to make a summary of my story and make a positive and negative values ​​of my story. Good afternoon. Said mr.ihcan end the class.


* Do not despair. God gives us trials we go through in order for us to be someone more good . countinue trying and do not give up. *

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