During our Literature class, one of the most catchy stories that had a great impact on me was “A Little Incident” by Lu Xun. It’s somehow a great work of art. It may be light to read but it depicts a wide range of ideas — from internal conflict to social problems. It is something that made Lu Xun a classic author.

The story took place in a little town one breezy day. The characters include the “I” (the one who narrated the story), the rickshaw puller, the old woman and the police officer. The “I” in the story was the one who narrated the events in chronological order. He was the one who experienced the internal conflict. He was, for me, insensitive and inconsiderate for the feelings of the old woman. Even if he saw the incident that dragged the old woman on all fours, he showed her no mercy. Instead, he ordered the rickshaw puller to continue what they were doing. He is both the protagonist and the antagonist in the story since he experienced internal conflict after the  incident. The rickshaw puller, however, was the one who showed careand concern for the old woman. he showed sympathy and was able to help the woman made her way to safety. He showed concern even if his mere act would mean disobedience to “I”, his master in the story. The old woman was the one dragged by the rickshaw. He stumbled on all fours and had her clothes torn. Just like the old woman, the police played only a minor role in the story. Quite insignificant, he just approached “I” in the end of the story.

The story was told in first person major point of view. The “I” isn’t yet clear if it refers to the author or not but it somehow used the pronoun “I” as someone who narrated the story. Lu Xun’s masterpiece was of depressing general mood. I felt quite moved by the main character when he realized the mistake he had done. I feel sorry for the old woman because she felt the ungrace of the “I”. The incident also hurt her and to think about it, she’s old. She’s probably weak by the years that had gone by.

The story also holds much symbolism. One ...

of these is the breeze. At the start of the story, the breeze was strongly gushing. Butt at the end of the story, when the main character realized a lesson from the incident, the breeze finally ceased. I came up with the idea that the breeze signifies the coldness of heart of the main character. When he came up with his realization after the incident, he was moved by the act of kindness of the rickshaw puller. He knew deep inside there lies a man like that of the rickshaw puller –kind and tender-hearted but just slept because of the ungraces he faced throughout the years of political and social matters governing their locale. The “I” himself is a symbol. He is somewhat referred to as someone who holds a high position, a general or government official perhaps. I bet he symbolizes supremacy in the society. He reflects those who are above the social pyramid where masses are placed down under. Also, in countries like China, that time, men are considered superior to women. The “I” could have been the epitome of power and position for the story. The rickshaw

puller signifies the masses who are working hard. As we can observe, he works for the “I’.

We can draw the conclusion that even if the elite had the riches, they still need the manpower of the masses to make their visions real. They need the poor to move for them for without these people below, no one will do the move for them. They just kept orders but the one who makes the social routine alive are those who live below their class. The old woman however, symbolized those who are helplessly oppressed. Even if they want to stand and move ahead of their lives, they just couldn’t

because they lack the capacity to do so. They hunger for grace that only those who are also poor can give.

The theme of the story for me is that kindness lies in everyone’s heart. it’s just a matter of waking it up. This story is a light read but contains a lot of message not only about grace but as well as the truth in the social status of the people within a nation. Nice job and two thumbs up for Lu Xun.

A LITTLE INCIDENT Lu HsunSix years have gone by, as so many winks, since I came to the capital from the village. During all that time there have occurred many of those events known as “affairs of the state”, a great number of which I have seen or heard about. My heart does not seem to have been in the least affected by any of them, and recollection now only tends to increase my ill temper and cause me to like people less as the day wears on. But one little incident alone is deep with meaning to me, and I am unable to forget it even now. 

It was a winter day in the sixth year of the Republic, and a strong northernly wind blew furiously. To make a living, I had to be up early, and on the way to my duties I encountered scarcely anyone. After much difficulty, I finally succeeded in hiring a rickshaw. I told the puller to take to me to the South Gate.

After a while, the wind moderated its fury, and in its wake the streets were left clean of the loose dust. The puller ran quickly. Just as we approached the South Gate, somebody ran in front of us, got entangled in the rickshaw, and tumbled to the ground. 

It was a woman with streaks of white in her hair, and she wore ragged clothes. She had darted suddenly from the side of the street, and directly crossed in front of us. My puller tried to swerve aside, but her tattered jacket, unbuttoned and fluttering in the wind, caught in the shafts. Fortunately, the puller had slowed his pace, otherwise she would have been thrown head over heels, and probably injured. After we halted, the woman still knelt on all fours. I did not think she was hurt. No one else had seen the collision. And it irritated me that the puller had stopped and was apparently prepared to get himself involved in some foolish complication. It might delay and trouble my journey.

“It’s nothing,” I told him. “Move on!”

But either he did not hear me or did not care, for he put down the shafts and gently helped the old woman to her feet. He held her arms, supporting her, and asked:

“Are you alright?”

“I am hurt.”

I thought, “I saw you fall and it was not all rough. How can you be hurt? You are pretending. The whole business is distasteful, and the rickshaw man is merely making difficulties for himself. Now let him find his own way out of the mess.”

But the puller did not hesitate for a moment after the old woman said she was injured. Still holding her arm, he walked carefully ahead with her. Then I was surprised as, looking ahead, I suddenly noticed a police station, and saw that he was taking her there. No one was outside, so he guided her in through the gate.

As they passed in, I experienced a curious sensation. I do not know why, but at the moment, it suddenly seemed to me that his dust-covered figure loomed enormous, and as he walked farther he continued to grow, until finally I had to lift my head to follow him. At the same time, I felt a bodily pressure all over me,

which came from his direction. It seemed almost to push out from me all the littleness that hid under my fur-lined gown. I grew week, as though my vitality had been spent, as though the blood had frozen in me. I sat motionless, stunned and thoughtless, until I saw an officer emerge from the station. Then, I got off from the rickshaw as he approached me. 

“Get another rickshaw,” he advised. “This man can’t pull you anymore.”

Without thinking, I thrust my hand into my pocket and pulled forth a big fistful of coppers. “Give the fellow these,” I said. 

The wind had ceased entirely, but the street was still quiet. I mused as I walked, but I was almost afraid to think about myself. Leaving aside what had happened before, I sought an explanation for a fistful of coppers. Why had I given them? As a reward? And did I think of myself, after my conduct, fit to pass judgment upon the rickshaw puller? I could not answer my own conscience.

Till now that experience burns in my memory. I think of it, and introspect with pain and effort. The political and military drama of these years is to me like the classics I read in childhood: I cannot recite half a line of it. But always before my eyes, purging me with shame, impelling me to better myself, invigorating my hope and courage, this little incident is reenacted. I see it in every detail as distinctly as on the day it happened.

Literary Criticism: Formalism Approach

The Little Incident by: Lu XunPlot:The story begins with the recall of the narrator or the “I” about what happens six years ago, what does the “I” thinks and feels over the never-ending, and repetitions of events around him known as “affairs of state. It opens up and shows what kind of personality the “I” had, before the incident that will change him as the story goes on.  One winter day the “I” had to run some errands and to do this he needs a rickshaw to take him on the South Gate; though he encountered difficulty in finding it, he was lucky enough to hire one. Once the wind moderated its fury the puller ran quickly, and just as they approached the South Gate, somebody ran in front of them, got entangled in the rickshaw and stumbled on the ground.            It was an old woman; she had darted suddenly from the side of the street, and crossed directly in front of them. Fortunately the puller had slowed his pace; otherwise she would have been thrown head over heels, and probably seriously injured. Though, the “I” saw what happened to the old woman right in front of his eyes, he didn’t show any consideration and concerned towards her, as he tells to the puller to move on. But the puller didn’t response instead he put down the shafts and asked the old women if she’s all right, and the woman said she was hurt. Even if the old woman said that she was hurt, still “I” doesn’t believe him and assert, in his mind, that the old woman is just pretending and making the whole business distasteful; and the puller involving himself to the situation make it more difficult.            The puller didn’t hesitate to help the old woman, he hold her arm and lead her to the police station. The puller shows consideration and concerned to her, contrast to what the “I” had showed. The puller and the old woman leave the “I” alone on the street; and as they passed in, the “I” experienced a curious sensation. It seems to him that the puller’s shadow becomes bigger as they walked farther from him. He lifts his head, and at that moment he felt bodily-pressured, which came from the puller’s direction. He grew weak; he sat motionless, stunned, and thoughtless, until the he saw an officer emerge from the station. The “I” got down from the rickshaw as the officer approached him, and told him that the rickshaw man cannot pull him

anymore. Without thinking the “I” pulled forth a big fistful coppers, and told the officer to give it to the rickshaw-man.            After the incident, the “I” think back to the situation, and to himself. He was bombarded by a lot of questions in his mind, but still can’t find, give a relevant answer to his own conscience.            The “I” or the narrator of the story stated that the “incident” still burns in his memory; and as he tries to remember the incident, it purges him with shame, yet impels him to be better, and invigorates his hope and courage.Conflict:·         Character vs. SocietyThe beginning of the story already gives a cue of the conflict of the narrator or the “I” to the society.“…during all the time, there have occurred many of those events known as ‘affairs of state’, a great number of which I have seen or heard about. My heart does not seem to have been in the least affected by any of them, and recollection now only tends to ill my temper and cause me to like people less as the days wears on.” P.127It seems that the “I” becomes weary in the events happening in the society, and thus become insensitive. As we all know, our society has profound influence in each individuals, it may influence as in positive and negative ways, though. The narrator’s insensitivity is a symbol of protest, of him, against the society.·         Character vs. CharacterThe conflict between the two characters- the “I” and the puller, happened when the puller or the rickshaw-man decided to help the old woman, despite the order of the “I” to move on.‘It’s nothing ,’ I told him. “Move on”But either  he did not hear me or did not care, for he put down the shafts and gently helped the old woman to her feet.”There is also a conflict between the “I” and the old woman.“I saw you fall, and it was not all rough. How can you be hurt? You are pretending. The whole business is distasteful, and the rickshaw-man is merely making difficulties for himself. Now, let him find his own way out of the mess.”In this part it shows, how “I” contradicts the old woman when she said that she was hurt, when the puller asked her if she’s alright.The clash of two contrasting personalities of the “I” and the puller are evidently seen in this story; the “I” is cold-hearted, insensitive and inconsiderate, while the rickshaw man, is a total opposite of “I”, is kind-hearted, considerate and sensible, respectively.

·         Character vs. Self (Internal Conflict)The “I” is the one who suffered internal conflict in the story; he is insensitive, inconsiderate and cold-hearted.Point of ViewThe story is in the “first-person” point of view because the narrator does participate, and a protagonist of the story.

Characters:·         The narratorThe “I” or the narrator is both the protagonist and antagonist of the story, though he shows rudeness, he is still the main character, and it is his story of realization or waking-up. His character falls under the dynamic, for he undergone changes as the story goes on.·         The rickshaw man or the pullerThe rickshaw man has a very contrasting personality to the “I”; for he is sensible and shows malevolence in the story. His character falls under static, because there is no changes

happened to him as the story went on, though he plays significant part of the story for he is the cause of changes of “I”.·         The Old womanThe old woman fall under the static character; she also symbolized oppressed people in the story.ThemeMan is good in-nature; and man is us. No matter how cruel or rude a man appears to be, there is still goodness lies in him, that only needs a “bang” to wake-up. SettingThe setting of the story is in China; where social classification was apparent- I believe during the story was written. This social classification can be seen in the story; the “I” represents people of high rankings, whereas the puller represents people of lower rankings, or the commoner.FormalismThis story fall under formalism because for a reader to fully understand a particular literature he/she must observe its forms, and how these forms woven together to create a wonderful story like this. Socio-political is seen in the story, but can’t deny the importance it plays in the story though. Even it has different forms it still managed to transcends its message to the reader, and that is:Man is good nature, it is just a matter of waking it up.

I just read a story, "An Incident," by Lu Hsun, and I really enjoyed it because it talks of

reforming yourself as a person. In the story, it shows that even a cold, rigid person had

found kindness through an experience. A single incident changed his moral values and ideas

of life. You can learn a valuable lesson from this story and it can even help you to become a

better person.

One line from "An Incident" that stood out for me was: "Yet this incident keeps coming back

to me often more vivd than in actual life, teaching me shame, urging me to reform, and

giving me fresh courage and hope." This sentence stood out for me because it shows that he

realized that a small act of kindness can touch many hearts, even his own cold one. The

incident opened his eyes to how not all people were greedy and wicked. It changed his

misanthropic thoughts to the idea that maybe humans are good and compassionate.

Another line that I liked was: " Without thinking, I pulled a handful of coppers from my coat

pocket and handed them to the policeman." He did not even think about his actions, but

immediately did an act of kindness. I think this is a good example of how kindness is

contagious. When he saw the rickshaw man help the lady, he felt small compared to him

and had a revolation. The writer felt he needed to repent for his rudeness and had the urge

to help others.

"An Incident" reminds me of something that happened to me. When I was a young girl, I

never had to give up my seat on the bus. One day I witnessed a man giving his seat to an

elderly woman and I wondered why he had done that. Did he not want to sit down? I asked

my mom and she had told me that the elderly woman can stand as well as us and that they

need to sit more than us. Now, I never hesitate to give my seat to the elderly. It was a

valuable lesson in kindness that I won't forget.

I would love to read more stories from Lu Hsun, because he teaches lesson in his stories. He

show revolations in peoples likes and understands human emotions. Lu Hsun is a great

author and I can't wait to read more from him.

A LITTLE INCIDENT BY LU HSUN

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Six years have slipped by since I came from the country to the capital. During that time I have seen

and heard quite enough of so-called affairs of state; but none of them made much impression on me.

If asked to define their influence, I can only say they aggravated my ill temper and made me, frankly

speaking, more and more cynical.

One incident, however, struck me as significant, and aroused me from my ill temper, so that even now

I cannot forget it.

It happened during the winter of 1917. A bitter north wind was blowing, but, to make a living, I had

to be up and out early. I met scarcely a soul on the road, and had great difficulty in hiring a ricksaw

to take me to the South Gate. Presently the wind dropped a little. By now the loose dust had all been

blown away, leaving the roadway clean, and the rickshaw man quickened his pace. We were just

approaching the South Gate when someone crossing the road was entangled in our rickshaw and fell

slowly to the ground.

It was a woman, with streaks of white in her hair, wearing ragged clothes. She had left the pavement

without warning to cut across in front of us, and although the rickshaw man had made way, her

tattered jacket, unbuttoned and fluttering in the wind, had caught on the shaft. Luckily the rickshaw

man pulled up quickly, otherwise she would certainly have had a bad fall and been seriously injured.

She lay there on the ground, and the rickshaw man immediately went to her aid. I did not think the

old woman was hurt, and there had been no witnesses to what had happened, so I resented this over-

eagerness of the rickshaw man which might land him in trouble and hold me up.

“It’s alright,” I said. “Go on.”

However, he paid no attention – perhaps he had not heard – for he set down the shafts, and gently

helped the old woman to get up. Supporting her by one arm, he asked:

“Are you all right?”

“I’m hurt.”

I had seen how slowly she fell, and was sure she could not be hurt. I thought she must be pretending,

which was disgusting. The rickshaw man had asked for trouble, and now he had it. He would have to

find his own way out.

But the rickshaw man did not hesitate for a minute after the old woman said she was injured. Still

holding her arm, he helped her slowly forward. I was surprised. When I looked ahead, I saw a police

station. Because of the high wind, there was no one outside, so the rickshaw man helped the old

woman towards the gate.

Suddenly I had a strange feeling. His dusty, retreating figure seemed larger at that instant. Indeed,

the further he walked the larger he appeared, until I had to look up to him. At the same time he

seemed gradually to be exerting a pressure on me, which threatened to overpower the small self

under my fur-lined gown.

My strength seemed to be draining away as I sat there motionless, my mind a blank, until a

policeman came out. Then I got down from the rickshaw.

The policeman came up to me and said, “Get another rickshaw. He can’t pull you anymore.”

Without thinking, I pulled a handful of coppers from my coat pocket and handed them to the

policeman. “Please give him these,” I said.

The wind had dropped completely, but the road was still quiet. I walked along thinking, but I was

almost afraid to turn my thoughts on myself. Setting aside what had happened earlier, what had I

meant by that handful of coppers? Was it a reward? Who was I to judge the rickshaw man? I could

not answer myself.

Even now, this remains fresh in my memory. It often causes me distress, and makes me think about

myself. The military and political affairs of those years I have forgotten as completely as the classics I

read in my childhood. Yet this incident keeps coming back to me, often more clearly than in actual

life, teaching me shame, urging me to reform, and giving me fresh courage and hope.

REACTION:The story begins with the recall of the narrator or the “I” about what happens six years ago, what

does the “I” thinks and feels over the never-ending, and repetitions of events around him known as

“affairs of state.” It opens up and shows what kind of personality the “I” had, before the incident that

will change him as the story goes on.

The setting of the story is in China; where social classification was apparent- I believe during the

story was written. This social classification can be seen in the story; the “I” represents people of high

rankings, whereas the puller represents people of lower rankings, or the commoner.

After the incident, the “I” think back to the situation, and to himself. He was bombarded by a lot of

questions in his mind, but still can’t find, give a relevant answer to his own conscience. The “I” or the

narrator of the story stated that the “incident” still burns in his memory; and as he tries to remember

the incident, it purges him with shame, yet impels him to be better, and invigorates his hope and

courage.

The beginning of the story already gives a cue of the conflict of the narrator or the “I” to the society.

“…during all the time, there have occurred many of those events known as ‘affairs of state’, a great

number of which I have seen or heard about. My heart does not seem to have been in the least

affected by any of them, and recollection now only tends to ill my temper and cause me to like people

less as the days wears on.”            

It seems that the “I” becomes weary in the events happening in the society, and thus become

insensitive. As we all know, our society has profound influence in each individuals, it may influence as

in positive and negative ways, though. The narrator’s insensitivity is a symbol of protest, of him,

against the society.

The clash of two contrasting personalities of the “I” and the puller are evidently seen in this story; the

“I” is cold-hearted, insensitive and inconsiderate, while the rickshaw man, is a total opposite of “I”, is

kind-hearted, considerate and sensible, respectively.

The story tells us that man is good in-nature; and man is us. No matter how cruel or rude a man

appears to be, there is still goodness lie in him that only needs a “bang” to wake-up.

Introduction:The story took place in a little town one breezy day. Even if he saw the incident that dragged the old woman on all fours, he showed her no mercy. Instead, he ordered the rickshaw puller to continue what they were doing. He is both the protagonist and the antagonist in the story since he experienced internal conflict after the incident. The

rickshaw puller, however, was the one who showed care and concern for the old woman. he showed sympathy and was able to help the woman made her way to safety. He showed

concern even if his mere act would mean disobedience to his master in the story. He think of it and introspect with pain and effort. The political and military drama of these years is to me like the classics he read in childhood. He cannot recite half a line of it. But always before his eyes are purging with shame impelling his to be better. invigoration my type and courage.

he see in every detail as distinctly as on the day it happened.

Discussion Director

Neil Florendo

Rising Action-It was a winter day in the sixth year of the Republic, and a strong Northernly wind blew furiously. To make a living, Lu Shun had to be up early, and on the way to his

duties Lu Shun encountered scarcely anyone. After much difficulty, Lu Shun  finally succeeded in hiring a rickshaw. He told the puller to take to me to the South Gate. After a while, the wind moderated its fury, and in its wake the streets were left clean of the loose

dust.

Climax-The moment the puller ran quickly  approach the South Gate, somebody ran in front of them, got entangled in the rickshaw, and tumbled to the ground. It was a woman with

streaks of white in her hair, and she wore ragged clothes. She had darted suddenly from the side of the street, and directly crossed in front of us. The puller tried to swerve aside, but her

tattered jacket, unbuttoned and fluttering in the wind, caught in the shafts. 

Falling Action-The wind had ceased entirely, but the street was still quiet. When he was walking shame and afraid himself for being rude for them. Leaving aside what had happened

before, he sought an explanation for a fistful of coppers. Why he gave them a reward? He only think is himself after his conduct, he fit to pass judgment upon the rickshaw puller? He

couldn't even answer he's own conscience.

Theme-The story for me is that kindness lies in everyone's heart. it's just a matter of waking it up. This story is a light read but contains a lot of message not only about grace but as well

as the truth in the social status of the people within a nation.

5 Comprehension:

1. what year when he came from the capital in the village and that time there was a occurred events? ans: Sixth Year  

2. That time what was from the capital  and there was was occurred events, what was that events occurred that time?

ans: Affairs of the States

3. What was Lu Hsun hired to take him to the South Gate?ans: Rickshaw

4. Somebody ran in front of the rickshaw that got entangled and tumbled on the ground? 

ans: a woman with streaks of white in her hair, and wore ragged clothes.

5. What was Lu Hsun feel after the accident?ans: Shame/Guilty

Character CaptainDeirdrie Damssey Martin Palabrica & Neil Florendo

  PRIMARY CHARACTER:

Lu Hsun - was a novelist, editor, translator, literary critic, essayist, and poet. And he think when he gave the to old lady everything is solve.

Lu Hsun  I think it's Albert Martinez in the teleserye "Princess and I" that with money he can find his daughter.

  SECONDARY CHARACTERS:

The Puller - he's a good, a responsible, and help people when they need help.

The Puller    just like Coco Martin in the teleserye " Ikaw Lamang " they the same of attitude  and they help other people.

Vocabulary Enricher Riemon Bogaoan

1. Winks- a brief closing of one eye as a gesture, greeting, or signal

2. Affairs of the State- a situation, present circumstances or condition. 

3. Rickshaw- a small vehicle with two wheels and seats for passenger, pulled along by somebody walking in front of it, used especially in South and East Asia.

4. Entangled- cause to become twisted together with caught in.

5. Ragged- dressed in torn, tattered, or frayed clothes.

6. Swerve- to make a sudden change in direction, often to avoid a collision, or make something change direction suddenly

7. Tattered- dressed in ragged clothes.

8. Shafts- the long slender handle on various instruments and tools such as golf clubs and hammers.

9. Halted bring or come to an abrupt stop.

10. Collision- is an isolated event in which two or more moving bodies.

11. Apparently- as far as one knows or can see.

12. Merely- just only.

13. Sensation- are stages of processing of senses in human and animal systems.

14. Forth- a stack-oriented computer programming language.

15. Ceased- bring or come to an end.

16. Mused- be absorbed in thought.

17. Introspect- examine one's own thoughts or feeling.

18. Purging- to free from impurities, purify.

19. Invigorating- making one feel strong, healthy and full of energy.

20. Vitality- abundant physical and mental energy.

Literary Luminary Mary Senobago 

But little Incident alone in deep with meaning to me, and I am unable to forget it even now.

I love this situation because he never forget what the puller has done, he realize that the puller was doing right thing not like him that he's selfish and a fool.

"move on"

I like this situation that he showed to the puller but the puller didn't listen to him and helped the woman because the puller cares about the woman and helped her even though the man

has some important business to attend to. The puller doesn't care about the money, he cares about peoples lives more

than money

"give the fellow these"

I like this sentence because he gave the copper to the man without thinking or having second thoughts about giving those to him, he immediately give it to help the man. my

heart does not seem to have been in the least affected by any of them. 

This statement, i like about these is that he isn't affected by the other incidents he have but in that incident he never forget, that is affected. 

"no one else had seen the collision" 

I like this because it is good for them that no one else saw what happened because  if someone did. The puller might be in jail and he is the case. Lu cry for them.

Summarizer 

Caisser Baran & Neil Florendo

The story took place in a little town one breezy day. The characters Lu Shun, the rickshaw puller, the old woman and the police officer. In the story Lu Shun was the one who narrated the events in chronological order. He was the one who experienced the internal conflict. He was, for me, insensitive and inconsiderate for the feelings of the old woman. Even if he saw the incident that dragged the old woman on all fours, he showed her no mercy. Instead, he

ordered the rickshaw puller to continue what they were doing. He is both the protagonist and the antagonist in the story since he experienced internal conflict after the incident. The rickshaw puller, however, was the one who showed care and concern for the old woman. he

showed sympathy and was able to help the woman made her way to safety. He showed concern even if his mere act would mean disobedience to his master in the story. The old

woman was the one dragged by the rickshaw. He stumbled on all fours and had her clothes torn. Just like the old woman, the police played only a minor role in the story. Quite

insignificant, he just approached in the end of the story. The story was told in first person major point of view. The isn't yet clear if it refers to the author or not but it somehow used the pronoun as someone who narrated the story. Lu Shun's masterpiece was of depressing

general mood. I felt quite moved by the main character when he realized the mistake he had done. I feel sorry for the old woman because she felt the ungraceful of the  incident also

hurt her and to think about it, she's old. She's probably weak by the years that had gone by. the story also holds much symbolism. One of these is the breeze. At the start of the story,

the breeze was strongly gushing. Butt at the end of the story, when the main character realized a lesson from the incident, the breeze finally ceased. I came up with the idea that the breeze signifies the coldness of heart of the main character. When he came up with his

realization after the incident, he was moved by the act of kindness of the rickshaw puller. He knew deep inside there lies a man like that of the rickshaw puller -kind and tender-hearted but just slept because of the graces he faced throughout the years of political and social

matters governing their locale. Himself is a symbol. He is somewhat referred to as someone who holds a high position, a general or government official perhaps. I bet he symbolizes

supremacy in the society. He reflects those who are above the social pyramid where masses are placed down under. Also, in countries like China, that time, men are considered superior to women. Could have been the epitome of power and position for the story. The rickshaw puller signifies the masses who are working hard. As we can observe, he works for the. We

can draw the conclusion that even if the elite had the riches, they still need the manpower of the masses to make their visions real. They need the poor to move for them for without these people below, no one will do the move for them. They just kept orders but the one who makes the social routine alive are those who live below their class. The old woman

however, symbolized those who are helplessly oppressed. Even if they want to stand and move ahead of their lives, they just couldn't because they lack the capacity to do so. They

hunger for grace that only those who are also poor can give.

Connector

Gian Abdurajak & Neil Florendo 

13 years have gone by, as so many winks, since I came to the school name Holy Trinity College G.S.C.  My mind want something do bad things. Something little incident alone is

deep with meaning to me, and I am unable to forget it even now. 

It was a day in the Purok Malakas at Expansion and it was very hot day. To make a living, I had to be up early, and on the way to Expansion. I encountered scarcely anyone. After much

difficulty, I finally succeeded in hiring a to pick up me. I told the pick up name Riemon to sent to Expansion.

After a while, the tire of the car flat, and in its wake the streets were quiet. I ran quickly until I see poor child. I was so close in Expansion but I choose to continue, there was a car ran in front of me, I dodge it but the little child was gonna hit by the car until Riemon showed up

and save the little child.

The little child was save but Riemon did not make it. He save the little child by exchange his life. All of his body was in critical condition. The little child came to Riemon and crying. 

“Mr. I'm so sorry!”

But either he did not hear the child voice, he give a big smile and he put his hand to child and said his last word. 

“Cherish your life and live on”

I though i was day dreaming. " is this reality?" The whole my is distasteful, and guilty.  

But the little child did not hesitate for the moment after the child said. He holding his arm, he walked carefully ahead with him. Then I was surprised as, looking ahead, I suddenly

noticed a police are coming, and saw that he was taking him to the hospital. No one was outside, so he guided her in until the hospital. 

As they walked, I experienced a shame. I do not know why I didn't move to help Riemon, but at the moment, it suddenly seemed to me that his dust-covered figure loomed enormous,

and as he walked farther he continued to grow, until finally I had to lift my head to help him. At the same time, I felt a bodily pressure all over me, which came from his direction. It

seemed almost to push out from me all. not to follow him. I grew week, as though my vitality had been spent, as though the blood in my head frozen in me. I sat motionless, stunned and

thoughtless, until I saw an his full family crying. 

Without thinking, I thrust my head and bow saying sorry to them and I was crying to.

The wind had cold, but the street was still quiet. I mused as I walked, but I was almost afraid to think about myself. Leaving aside what had happened before, I sought an explanation for a fistful of coppers. Why had didn''t given them? As a reward? And did I think of myself, after

my conduct, fit to pass judgment upon my pick up driver? I could not answer my own conscience.

Till now that experience burns in my memory. I think of it, and introspect with pain and effort. The political and military drama of these years is to me like the classics I read in childhood: I cannot recite half a line of it. But always before my eyes, purging me with

shame, impelling me to better myself, invigorating my hope and courage, this little incident is reenacted. I see it in every detail as distinctly as on the day it happened.

Artful Adventurer

Jarrel Endangga

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