Ashna Says

  Dear Ashna Kumar, In every way I find that theres always a goal in every path. what the word culture wealth means keys to success. Why I say let's to success is because it reminds me of the technique I follow which brainstorming ideas. What I can share about my plans for myself is to continue my education goals to reach of becoming an journalist, for my family members I'm a caretaker for them,the community i did do some volunteering work from elementary school to college also the name of the elementary school i went and volunteer for was jump for the heart where everyone has to jump rope. My second volunteering was at middle school which was Leroy f Greene and what I did there was I had to do fundraising for the girls night club baking cupcakes. My third volunteering was two places was called The North Natomas library for friends bookstore as a volunteer cashier, American river college Natomas center still a student helper. In this letter i would say that if I get my educatio...

In the hotel Samatha checks in and ask the bell hop  where is a nice gift shop. The bell hop boy says which location of a gift shop would you like, she then Google's search on her phone of the photo. He tells her he will give her a location for the gift shop in her phone because he tells her that sometimes there's low wifi. Meanwhile Samantha runs into sapphire and she actually says a bump is a best friend and are you lost Samantha says no I can find my way to the gift shop then Sapphire follows her and tells her that next turn and Samantha with coffee says thank you Saphire and when Samantha got to the gift shop she smell the gift shop sense and a guy behind the counter says really girl earrings why Samantha said I beg your pardon. The guy introduce himself saying his Jake and offers hot chocolate then she smiles and tells him thank you. Jake the comes with necklaces that makes anyone's day, then Samantha says this is beautiful. He says it's a charm to feel close to so...

  A Christmas story  From chicken soup for the woman soul. It was just a few more days until Christmas in San Francisco,and the shopping downtown was starting to get to us. I remember crowds of people waiting impatiently for slow-moving buses and streetcars on those little cement islands in the middle of the street.Most of us were loaded down with packages,and it looked like many of us were beinging to wonder if all those countless friends and relatives actually deserved so many gifts in the first place. This was not the Christmas spirit I'd been raised with.      When I finally found myself virtually shoved up the steps of a jammed streetcar,the idea of standing there packed like a sardine the whole way home was almost more than i could take.What i would have given for a seat! I must have been in some kind of exhausted daze because as people gradually got off,it took me a while to notice that there was room to breathe again. Then I saw something out o...