"The Way People See You is The Way You Treat Them"(Zig Ziglar)

     "The way people see you is the way you treat them." (Zig Ziglar) This quote is basically saying, people will see you as the way you treat them. If you treat people nicely, they will think you are a nice person, if you treat people meanly they will think you are a mean person.  The way this quote speaks me is, some times I would be unhappy when someone was mean or rude to me. This quote let me understand why shouldn't I get unhappy when I see people is not respecting me, because others will see them as they treat people. In this situation, others will see them as mean and rude people.

    Although some times I would lose my patients and be really inpolite to others too. When I have bad attitude, I would say something mean and hurt people. If I had treat people rudely, people will started to think that is my personality- inpatient, rude.....eventhough I didn't want to be mean in purpose. Next time, if I think about this quote before I become rude to others, I will propobaly change my mind and treat people nicely, because it is hard to take back my good image after people establish my identity.

     We always need to treat people nicely, even you hate a person. People will judge you by the way you treat them. If you treat them nice, they will think you are a nice person, and want to be friend with you. This quote is really reasonable. Sometimes when I see quotes, I would either quation or disagree about it. When I see this quote I started to think hardly about what is this talking about, is it true? It is true! The same person, there is definatly someone likes him/her and someone don't. That is the result of the way he or she treat different people. There is no way that people will still don't like you even you treat then nicely. Most importantly, what do you want people to see you as or even treat you as, you have to treat people as that.

The Lost Boy of Sultan

The term of “lost boy” is a group of Dinka orphan refugee. All of these lost boys’ parents are died (or missing) because of the civil war in Sultan. These boys are lucky; they escape from the rebels’ attack in their village, and ran to the nearby country for getting help from the refugees’ camp. A lot of lost boy stay in the refugees’ camp for their hole life, only some of them can be go to a developed country like the USA, Australia, Canada……. Two of the lost boy – Peter and Santino were the lucky one. They can go to the USA, to get education and better life. In the USA they met a lot of difficulties. Most of the lost boy haven’t leave the refugee camp for their hole life, so every thing out of refugees camp is really unfamiliar for them.  This is a brand new life for them. For the lost boys, friends are really important since they don’t really their family. In the USA they are alone, live without a friend, and tried to adapted the new life by them self. It’s hard to find a new friend because of the language understanding. The new environment make them become self- abased. Many people was always staring at them wherever they go, because of their skin color. That make them feel themselves was odd. Another thing that make them self-abased was because of their property. All of their American classmate have parent to take care of them, but Peter and Santino had to earn money by them self. They felt like they are different, they are the poor and their classmate were rich. They lost their self confident that they had before they came. However they were busy everyday, they went to school in the morning, worked in the afternoon, after they get back home they still need to studied and write their homework. They couldn’t do anything for all the difficulties; they knew that they got no choice. For many times, Peter and Santino complained about their life, and wish they could go back to the refugees to live with their old friend. Whenever they had this kind of mind, their friends will always remind them, America is better then the refugees’ camp, they are lucky that they can come.

Without those difficulties they met, the different culture is also a big problem. Because of the different culture identity, they sometime make a fool of themselves. In Africa, Peter and Santino were used to hold hand with boys, but in America boys holding hand with boys means they are homosexual. Some of the American are Christian, when Peter (or Santino) went to a party, every started to sing hymn, he have no idea what should he do. In the refugees’ camp, they don’t sing hymn. Also, they don’t understand the law in the USA. Peter (or Santino) didn’t get the license, but he still drive naturally. He didn’t notice that he actually made a break the law. In Peter(or Santino)’s friends birthday party, he didn’t know what should he bought for her, so he catch a bird for her. After live a while in the USA, they started to understand that they have to forget the way they think in Africa, used the American way to think in the USA.

Ouch!

(I chose this picture to represent my assay is because I felt like the time that I was learning how to ride a motorcycle was just like the crazy Santa!)

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ” “BOOP!” Ouch, That hurt! I fall down and my hand was hot like some thing is burning. I was in Pekan (a little village in Kuantan, Malaysia) when I first rode a motorcycle. I remember it’s the “Hari Raya” school holiday. I went back to my home in Pekan to meet my father.

   

As what I normally did in my home, I lied on my bed, turn on the television and got a box of ice cream. “Umm.. What a awesome holiday!” I thought. It was hot outside; luckily I don’t need go out from my cool room. While I enjoyed in my sweet vacation. My dad came back from work.

“Amiel did you have any homework to work on?” my dad shouted at me madly.

“I finish all and I had review everything.” I said.

“Good! You know what? I think it is a good chance for you to learn how to ride a motorcycle. You really need more “basic” life knowledge”

“WHAT? Learn to ride motorcycle for the “basic” life knowledge? Is that basic for a 14 years old girl?”

“However you must learn some days latter, you know how to ride bicycle so it won’t be too hard for you.”

“but…”

“No more excuse, this is all for your own good!”

 

I “climbed” on the motorcycle, I was nervous but excited. Before we start the motorcycle, my mom hold my hand, and taught me” If you turn the accelerator counter clockwise, it will be faster, if you turn it clock wise, it would slow down.” I can felt that my mother was actually more nervous then me. I knew she knew it was totally a bad idea to let me rode motorcycle. After an informal lesson, I carefully turn the key, and started the motorcycle. Since I am such a coward, I rode very slow, not even 10 km/h. Motorcycles were such a cool things, I never realized that until I rode on. I carefully turn the accelerator counter clockwise a bit, and the motorcycle became faster. Since I rode slow, I can concentrate on what I was feeling, the wind that passed by me was cool and the sunset of the countryside is extremely pretty. This is the first time I found out the pretty of Pekan. I came back from the motorcycle rode, and I get praises from my parent, I knew that I actually did a good job. The next morning I woke up, instead of turn on the television, I walk out of my home and I start the motorcycle, yet I still rode slowly. (Since Pekan is a countryside, so it’s really save to go out by our self, and they don’t had a lot of cars, it is save to rode the motorcycle on rode unlike Kuala Lumpur.) I increase my speed a bit, to about 20~30 km/ hr. The wind pass through me is even cooler. After a few minute I found out that I was not nervous anymore.

 

I went back home since my father was working and my mother was afraid of sun that could make her tan; I decided to bring my doggy to have a ride. I told my doggy ”Teddy! Feel proud of your self, you are the first “person” that sister had carry.” I putted my dog in frond of the sit, and started to ride. After a few times practice, I thought I was good enough, so I increase the speed. From 20, 30, 40, 50, 60. Everything was going fine, nothing happened, the motorcycle didn’t explode; I didn’t fall and I enjoyed it, my dog seems enjoyed the wind also.  I increased the speed a little bit more, it was 80 km/h, the normal speed that people ride a motorcycle, or even little bit slower I thought. I felt proud of myself-“What a genius! This is the third time I had ever rode a motorcycle, and I can actually rode the same speed with others now.” I thought. While I was feeling proud of myself and enjoyed the speedy wind pass through my face, I couldn’t realize that there was a sand in frond of me. I used the same speed to rode on the sand and I started to notice that I couldn’t control my accelerator, my motorcycle was unstable, all the sudden, I fell. First I couldn’t felt anything from my body, the only two things I knew is I just fell down and was my dog all right. I stand up by myself, and found out my little stupid doggy was sitting far away from me and starring at me like “Oh. The way you fell dawn is ugly! By the way are you ok? I’m fine!” I took a look of my body, I found out that I was bleeding badly. My hand, half of my leg and my ankle were cover by blood. That actually freaked me out! The first time in my life, I had every blood liked this, I had no idea what should I do. It is about a kilometer long from home. Fortunately there were two people saw me, they were my father’s friends. One of them helped me rode my motorcycle back, another brought me back. My parents were totally shock when I came back, they helped me put on medicines, and bandages. I didn’t cry it’s actually too hurt so I didn’t have feeling anymore.

 

I never ride a motorcycle after that accident, I would get really nervous even when I sit on a motorcycle. What a scary experience!