Introducing myself
Morris
Academic Writing
Final draft Introduce myself My name is Morris and I am from South Korea. I would like to introduce myself as well as my family about experiences that our family had gone through to you guys. As time goes back to 1990s, South Korea was not a wealthy country at all. Since I spent most of my childhood with my mother, I would like to introduce her first. I would say she was an all mighty women. She had multiple jobs for me; sometimes she was a philosopher, teacher, or a doctor trying to teach me math and reading. I was kind of a weak boy when I was young often had a headache or stomachache, and when she rubbed the certain part of my body it cured just like a magic. There was a one great teaching that really reminds and motivates my life purpose. "Live for the poor" She just kept telling me but could not understand until I reach the real meaning of that. So soon, me and my mother went to a market. There is a special form of a market in Korea that merchants do not have particular building to sell their stuff. There are lots of types of merchants who stock the small factory in their car and sell it on street or bring foods, vegetables, and clothes that they made from their factory. I still remember the special moment that I had in the market. My mother and I usually went there to buy foods or just for fun and at some point she gave me 5 dollars to treat myself. So I was thinking really serious about what should I buy for it. It was not a small amount of money. But I saw a poor guy who did not have legs. He used his hands when he had to move with gloves on it. I became more serious. In my head, there were an angel and a devil who say that I should donate 5 dollars, or since I had a tired day, I need to treat myself. Suddenly, I felt a mysterious feeling and tried to look at different angles that how would he feel like? How is he going to feed himself? Would money help him? I put my 5 dollars in the box. He bowed to me for appreciating
Academic Writing
Final draft Introduce myself My name is Morris and I am from South Korea. I would like to introduce myself as well as my family about experiences that our family had gone through to you guys. As time goes back to 1990s, South Korea was not a wealthy country at all. Since I spent most of my childhood with my mother, I would like to introduce her first. I would say she was an all mighty women. She had multiple jobs for me; sometimes she was a philosopher, teacher, or a doctor trying to teach me math and reading. I was kind of a weak boy when I was young often had a headache or stomachache, and when she rubbed the certain part of my body it cured just like a magic. There was a one great teaching that really reminds and motivates my life purpose. "Live for the poor" She just kept telling me but could not understand until I reach the real meaning of that. So soon, me and my mother went to a market. There is a special form of a market in Korea that merchants do not have particular building to sell their stuff. There are lots of types of merchants who stock the small factory in their car and sell it on street or bring foods, vegetables, and clothes that they made from their factory. I still remember the special moment that I had in the market. My mother and I usually went there to buy foods or just for fun and at some point she gave me 5 dollars to treat myself. So I was thinking really serious about what should I buy for it. It was not a small amount of money. But I saw a poor guy who did not have legs. He used his hands when he had to move with gloves on it. I became more serious. In my head, there were an angel and a devil who say that I should donate 5 dollars, or since I had a tired day, I need to treat myself. Suddenly, I felt a mysterious feeling and tried to look at different angles that how would he feel like? How is he going to feed himself? Would money help him? I put my 5 dollars in the box. He bowed to me for appreciating