"The Lottery"

This story takes place in a small village of about 300 people on 27 June. The villagers gathered every year on the square between the post office and bank in the draw for the lottery, which only lasted two hours, giving everyone enough time to return to their daily lives. The draw, which was once pieces of wood, built around a black box that now held the papers. Mr. Summers was the officer in charge of announcing the names of one representative from each household and each family to approach the black box and retrieve a document. The black box itself was the paraphernalia of all that remains of a long list of rituals lottery once had, as a song and a salute. That day, Ms. Tessie Hutchinson was the last to arrive, she confessed to Mrs. Delacroix had forgotten what day it was, and then joked saying to Mr. Summers that she could not draw the lottery, leaving dirty dishes in the sink, Mr. Hutchinson reveals the role of Tessie was marked with a black dot that Summers was in the office of the company's coal last night. Ms. Tessie, said the draw had been unfair, but was ostracized by his family and villagers, including children, adolescents and adults, each took the stones, and went upon her.


What is the origin and this ritual?

Was the harvest more important for the people in this town than the life of a person?

Why did the villigers not stone Old Man Warner who was so pleased with the lottery?

Maybe after 77 lotteries Warner wanted to know what it feels to win.

Would Mrs. Hutchinson have thought it was unfair if an other family won the lottery.

"Client Conflicts Bad for Sales"

During the years I worked in customer service, I learned that conflict is something that should be avoided at all times. Honesty and consideration are required in order to keep customers. Conflicts can occur mainly through poor communication. In this case, I witnessed that the salesman intentionally communicated to us poor information to meet a sale, which ended in a conflict.

A long time ago I went with my friend to a small store in Manhattan because she wanted to buy a cologne for her boyfriend. After choosing the one she liked, my friend told the salesman that it was for a gift and asked if it could be exchanged in case her boyfriend did not like it. The salesman said "Of course!" A week later we went back to the store to exchange the gift, but the salesman refused to do so. My friend reminded him calmly that he had already said he would exchange the gift, but he answered with a smirk, “We don’t do returns or exchanges.”

My friend kept on insisting that the salesman exchange the gift, until the he remarked: “It’s almost closing time. What are you going to do if I don’t exchange the cologne, spend the night?" My friend became irate and didn’t want to leave the store. While they argued, I went to the manager’s office and explained to him the situation. I said to the manager: “We would not be here insisting, if we had not asked the salesman if the store did exchanges.” The manager was very courteous and explained to me that they, in fact, did not do returns or exchanges, but that in my friend’s case he would make an exception. He went with me back into the store and he ordered the salesman to exchange the cologne. My friend was content and the salesman was left bitter, but he learned that lying was not the best way to make a sale.

This experience gave my friend and me a lesson: if you do not want to have disputes with sellers, first, make sure the store policy includes returns and exchanges, and, second, never buy in small shops, and finally try to avoid conflict as much as possible, but if you have no other option defend your rights.

"A Chip of Glass Ruby"

This drama tells the story of the Bamgee, a poor family of Muslim origin who lived in the suburbs of Johannesburg during Apartheid regime in the 1950s. With the help of a duplicator machine Mrs. Bamgee began to make flayers denouncing abuses and stringent lows of the government. the duplication of these pamphlets cause problems between the family because Mr. Bamgee not understand how a traditional Muslim woman can engage in a such radical act as this work, but his eldest son jimmy supports his mother because he understands the importance of the she does and also he became an activist in his school,increasing conflict in the family.

One night the police arrested Mrs. Bamgee and took the copy machine, left the family devastated by lack of mother. The pain and uncertainty of the Bamgee family grew upon to know her mother has Starting a hunger strike in jail. Mr. Bamgee plunged into depression and angry with his wife refuses to visit her, then the eldest daughter of Mrs. Bamgee, Girlie, makes him understand that her mother always think in others before herself.

Yusuf Bamgee finally understood the reason why they fell in love with his wife, a widow with five children, she is a under full woman. The following Sunday Mr. Bamgee went to the jail to see his wife, he was happy that the strike was over, . he brings her flowers and the best pears from his store. He really feels that she is special.

"My Mother, Whom I Love Dearly"

Ten years ago my father was the victim of a robbery that ruined completely
his business. Since then I am the only financial support that my family has
in Colombia. A few years later my father died during the process of buying a
new house. He had to sell his home because the city remodeled the streets.
I traveled to Colombia for my fathers and offered to continue helping my
mother, but I explained to her how difficult it would be for me to pay my
rent, my expenses and theirs. It would be easier for me to cover the
expenses if we bought a house. I explained my preoccupation with being
the only support. Despite having agreed with me, my mother didn’t want to
buy the house because the money we had saved up wasn’t enough to
purchase the one in the area she wanted.
My mother never understood the reasons for why we couldn’t buy in the
area she wanted and that it had to be in a less affluent neighborhood. She
never fully grasped that our economic situation had changed and that my
father was no longer with us, and that I was struggling to help them. I lost
my job and with passing time it became harder and harder to help them
because she would use the money that my father had left us.
This was very difficult for me to accept because if my mother would’ve
listened to me, I would’ve been able to achieve my goal of buying a house.
At this moment I’m trying to understand and accept her the way she is.
Again, I am trying a new plan to get ahead and help my mother, who I love
dearly.

Analysis of Juror Number Seven from Twelve Angry Men

Juror number seven is a person completely unconcerned about his responsibility as a juror; he really does not care that a man's life is in his hands—“Suppose we’re wrong! Suppose this whole building fell on my head. You can suppose anything.” He does not really care to analyze the doubtful details, the only thing that mattered to him was to vote and to end soon because he had tickets for a baseball game, “This better be fast. I got tickets to a ball game tonight. Yankees - Cleveland. We got this new kid pitching, Modjelewski or whatever his name is. He's a bull, this kid.” He insisted that the accused was guilty, but could not provide any reasons for his argument, and was more worried about the heat or the game. Unlike the others, this juror did not make any contribution to the case because when he spoke it was only to make jokes, complain about how hot it was, and to ask if it would end soon, “So now where are we? I'm telling you, we can yakety-yak until next Tuesday here. Where's this getting us?” From his behavior I dare to say that he did not pay attention during the process of evidence and the testimony of witnesses.

Sunday in the Park

Morton, his wife and their three year old son Larry enjoyed the Sunday afternoon in the park, everything was peaceful and quiet until a fat kid named Joe who playing next to Larry threw sand on his head. The mother wanted to protect his son, but she decided to wait while looking around for the adult who accompanied the child. The only person in the park was a man on a bench, who the wife thought was the boy's father.

The child threw sand on her son’s head again; this time she rebuked the boy seriously. The response of the man on the bench was to urge his son to continue throwing sand because it was a public sandbox. Morton tried to talk the man calmly and reasonably, but the man didn’t let Larry’s father talk. The man knew he was taller and stronger than him and could easily beat Morton in a fight. Although Morton was very angry, he did not want to fight. Because of the tense atmosphere, the family left the park while the father gave reasons to his wife and himself for failing to defend their rights. His wife  agreed, but inside her heart she felt that her husband didn’t protect them from the bully, she thought of this while Morton lost patience with their son, who did not want to leave the park, and inadvertently the mother heard herself threatening her husband the same way the man on the bench did.