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I. YOUR GOAL
Introduction
“A man isn’t poor if he can still laugh, but a rich who can’t laugh is the poorest of all”
– Raymond Hitchcock
This quotation states that even though a person do not have a lot of money and material
things he still can afford to be happy, this is quite true as the saying goes “Money can’t buy
happiness”. If you know how to love and forgive then you don’t need to be the richest man in
the world, for as long as you are contented of what you have.
In this lesson, you will be able to discover on how the people in the society solve their
differences and conflicts.
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II. GEARING UP
Task 2. Lexis
Choose the meaning of the underlined words using the context clues.
1. The aroma of the food was wafted down to us.
a. came b. smelled c. enjoyed.
2. He looked at the mirror and stretched his mouth into grotesque shapes.
a. attractive b. humorous c. ugly
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Task 3. Complete Me
Write the words that will complete each statement in reported speech.
1. He said, “I like this song.”
He said _________________________________________
III. CONTENT
by Carlos Bulusan
When I was four, I lived with my mother and brothers and sisters in a small town
on the island of Luzon. Father’s farm had been destroyed in 1918 by one of our sudden
Philippine floods, so several years afterwards we all lived in the town though he
preferred living in the country. We had as a next door neighbor a very rich man, whose
sons and daughters seldom came out of the house. While we boys and girls played and
sang in the sun, his children stayed inside and kept the windows closed. His house was
so tall that his children could look in the window of our house and watched us played, or
slept, or ate, when there was any food in the house to eat.
Now, this rich man’s servants were always frying and cooking something good,
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and the aroma of the food was wafted down to us form the windows of the big house.
We hung about and took all the wonderful smells of the food into our beings.
Sometimes, in the morning, our whole family stood outside the windows of the rich
man’s house and listened to the musical sizzling of thick strips of bacon or ham. I can
remember one afternoon when our neighbour’s servants roasted three chickens. The
chickens were young and tender and the fat that dripped into the burning coals gave off
an enchanting odour. We watched the servants turn the beautiful birds and inhaled the
heavenly spirit that drifted out to us.
Some days the rich man appeared at a window and glowered down at us. He
looked at us one by one, as though he were condemning us. We were all healthy
because we went out in the sun and bathed in the cool water of the river that flowed
from the mountains into the sea. Sometimes we wrestled with one another in the house
before we went to play. We were always in the best of spirits and our laughter was
contagious. Other neighbours who passed by our house often stopped in our yard and
joined us in laughter.
As time went on, the rich man’s children became thin and anaemic, while we grew
even more robust and full of life. Our faces were bright and rosy, but theirs were pale
and sad. The rich man started to cough at night; then he coughed day and night. His
wife began coughing too. Then the children started to cough, one after the other. At
night their coughing sounded like the barking of a herd of seals. We hung outside their
windows and listened to them. We wondered what happened. We knew that they were
not sick from the lack of nourishment because they were still always frying something
delicious to eat.
One day the rich man appeared at a window and stood there a long time. He
looked at my sisters, who had grown fat in laughing, then at my brothers, whose arms
and legs were like the molave, which is the sturdiest tree in the Philippines. He banged
down the window and ran through his house, shutting all the windows.
From that day on, the windows of our neighbour’s house were always closed. The
children did not come out anymore. We could still hear the servants cooking in the
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kitchen, and no matter how tight the windows were shut, the aroma of the food came to
us in the wind and drifted gratuitously into our house.
One morning a policeman from the presidencia came to our house with a sealed
paper. The rich man had filed a complaint against us. Father took me with him when he
went to the town clerk and asked him what it was about. He told Father the man claimed
that for years we had been stealing the spirit of his wealth and food.
When the day came for us to appear in court, father brushed his old Army
uniform and borrowed a pair of shoes from one of my brothers. We were the first to
arrive. Father sat on a chair in the centre of the courtroom. Mother occupied a chair by
the door. We children sat on a long bench by the wall. Father kept jumping up from his
chair and stabbing the air with his arms, as though we were defending himself before an
imaginary jury.
The rich man arrived. He had grown old and feeble; his face was scarred with
deep lines. With him was his young lawyer. Spectators came in and almost filled the
chairs. The judge entered the room and sat on a high chair. We stood in a hurry and
then sat down again.
After the courtroom preliminaries, the judge looked at the Father. “Do you have a
lawyer?” he asked.
The rich man’s lawyer jumped up and pointed his finger at Father. “Do you or you
do not agree that you have been stealing the spirit of the complaint’s wealth and food?”
“I do not!” Father said.
“Do you or do you not agree that while the complaint’s servants cooked and fried
fat legs of lamb or young chicken breast you and your family hung outside his windows
and inhaled the heavenly spirit of the food?”
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tubercular you and your family became strong of limb and fair in complexion?”
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The sweet tinkle of the coins carried beautifully in the courtroom. The spectators
turned their faces toward the sound with wonder. Father came back and stood before
the complaint.
“Did you hear it?” he asked.
“Hear what?” the man asked.
“The spirit of the money when I shook this hat?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Then you are paid,” Father said.
The rich man opened his mouth to speak and fell to the floor without a sound.
The lawyer rushed to his aid. The judge pounded his gravel.
“Case dismissed.” He said.
Father strutted around the courtroom the judge even came down from his high
chair to shake hands with him. “By the way,” he whispered, “I had an uncle who died
laughing.”
“You like to hear my family laugh, Judge?” Father asked?
“Why not?”
“Did you hear that children?” father said. My sisters started it. The rest of us
followed them soon the spectators were laughing with us, holding their bellies and
bending over the chairs. And the laughter of the judge was the loudest of all.
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IV. EVALUATION
Wealthy
Family Ordinary
Family
Express the importance of the word “Happiness” in one’s life by doing the following:
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Task 3. Let’s Check it Out!
GRAMMAR IN FOCUS
Task 4. Transform Me
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V. YOUR FINAL TASK
Resolving Conflicts
Write five conflicts that the country is facing now. Then give your own suggestions on how you
can resolve each conflicts.
Conflicts:
1. _____________________________________________________________________
2. _____________________________________________________________________
3. _____________________________________________________________________
4. _____________________________________________________________________
5. _____________________________________________________________________
Suggestions:
1. _____________________________________________________________________
2. _____________________________________________________________________
3. _____________________________________________________________________
4. ______________________________________________________________________
5. ______________________________________________________________________
REFERENCES
https://www.ego4u.com/en/cram-up/grammar/reported-speech/exercises?10
https://englishgrammar.org/direct-indirect-speech-exercise-4/
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