Bassim
VIP Member
- Joined
- Mar 1, 2008
- Member Type
- Student or Learner
- Native Language
- Bosnian
- Home Country
- Bosnia Herzegovina
- Current Location
- Sweden
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After spending most of his professional career in academia, Paul, newly retired, decided to volunteer as a teacher of English for refugees. This was the first time he had the opportunity to hear first-hand some harrowing stories from people from Africa and Asia who had risked everything to come to Europe. The more stories he heard, the more he started to appreciate his own life. Before, Paul used to whine when it was raining too much, or when a bus was a few minutes late, or when people talked too loud, but learning about the people who constantly fought for their existence since childhood, and who didn't know where their next meal would come from, he decided he had no right to complain of such trifles any more. He had to admit that his comfortable life had spoilt him.
After returning home from his teaching, Paul would usually sit in front of a fireplace, read a book and enjoy the comfort of his large home. But the voices of refugees would often break his concentration, and the pictures of their perilous journeys flooded his mind. He would feel a pang of conscience and was unable to read on. He sat motionless, staring at the burning fire. Although he was the author of many books and highly regarded in his field, in those moments he felt useless and humbled.
After spending most of his professional career in academia, Paul, newly retired, decided to volunteer as a teacher of English for refugees. This was the first time he had the opportunity to hear first-hand some harrowing stories from people from Africa and Asia who had risked everything to come to Europe. The more stories he heard, the more he started to appreciate his own life. Before, Paul used to whine when it was raining too much, or when a bus was a few minutes late, or when people talked too loud, but learning about the people who constantly fought for their existence since childhood, and who didn't know where their next meal would come from, he decided he had no right to complain of such trifles any more. He had to admit that his comfortable life had spoilt him.
After returning home from his teaching, Paul would usually sit in front of a fireplace, read a book and enjoy the comfort of his large home. But the voices of refugees would often break his concentration, and the pictures of their perilous journeys flooded his mind. He would feel a pang of conscience and was unable to read on. He sat motionless, staring at the burning fire. Although he was the author of many books and highly regarded in his field, in those moments he felt useless and humbled.
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