Have you ever felt like 'It's not enough, this life lacks of sth.'? I think I feel like this now. It's a terrible feeling. It would better if I go cycling a bit, but since many cars fill the street today, I'd prefer stay at home and write a blog post instead.
I have a story to tell, a story of how I met and helped two Japanese men. It was like a dream, I actually imagined myself in that situation years before it took place. I could say it's a daydream came true. Like every story, it starts with this...
One day, I was sitting by the pond reading. I think I was reading Sherlock Holmes stories that's why I was so focused that I didn't care about others around me. I was waiting for a special person. I turned from one page to the next as I was curious who the murderer could be. I looked up once in a while and checked my phone in case there are some missed calls. At one point, I looked up and saw two men walking towards me. I felt strange but I knew nothing bad could happen because I was in the school campus. They stopped and said hi, I greeted them back and asked them if there were anything I can help. They said yes, and I listened to what they wanted. They didn't speak much English, so the first 5 minutes was hard to get what I could do to give them a favour. After clarification, I knew what to do. They were sort of doing a project, and they needed somebody to say some lines and they recorded the voice so that they could play it in their presentation.
At first, they asked me if I could speak English, and it's obvious because I was reading an English book. So, I helped them. I read the sentences they wrote, they recorded it. They thanked me and, of course, complimented me that I have a beautiful voice (and yes, I don't forget to brag about this and it's because of the compliment that I wrote this post, haha.)
I felt great that day, and thinking back to that, I feel good.
what about you, maybe share your story too?Labels: Entries, Journals
