Resilience is natural. Even after a long, hard winter, when the proper conditions arrive, nature
simply springs back to life of its own accord.
Resilience may be natural, yet every day we encounter people who are enduring a hard inner winter,
whose joy and vitality have long ago gone dormant. Many of them have lost heart. Having tried all the
usual remedies with little success, they wonder if they will ever fully reclaim their lives. They come to
us with a single question, framed in a thousand different ways: “What can I do to feel better, to bring
myself back to life, to recover the joy...
Lanikai is a district, a beach, a Post Office, and a grocery store. It lies on
the windward shore of the Island of Oahu. It is a long way from Mars. Its
waters are blue and beautiful and calm inside its coral reef, and the trade
wind sighing through the fronds of its coconut palms at night might be
the murmuring voices of the ghosts of the kings and chieftains who
fished in its still waters long before the sea captains brought strange diseases
or the missionaries brought mother-hubbards.
These are some topics for speaking please read and find out error in the pasage.
1. Talk about dificulties in leaving and taking a telephone message. - Good everning everyone, today I’m very happy to be here to talk with you about some way of dificulities leaving and taking a telephone message. If it is the first time you talk with foreigner by telephone, please keep in mind some way as below. - Vietnamese always fills very dificult when they are speaking by telephone with foreigner. Because of some our listening skill and voice are not good, we are loss calm...
Politics is an emotional business. Still, many people found themselves unusually moved by the historic
presidential inauguration last week in Washington. Watching the huge crowds, we saw laughter, cheers,
also many tears.
It made us wonder, why do people cry? Surely tears must be good for us a
way to calm the mind and
cleanse the body. Yet studies show that crying sometimes makes people feel worse.
Ursula and Gudrun Brangwen sat one morning in the window-bay of their father’s house in Beldover, working and talking. Ursula was stitching a piece of brightly-coloured embroidery, and Gudrun was drawing upon a board which she held on her knee. They were mostly silent, talking as their thoughts strayed through their minds. ‘Ursula,’ said Gudrun, ‘don’t you REALLY WANT to get married?’ Ursula laid her embroidery in her lap and looked up. Her face was calm and considerate. ‘I don’t know,’ she replied. ‘It depends how you mean.’ Gudrun was slightly taken aback.