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A new Vietnam

Vietnam in the renovation way, the high building rise every where, hasty person lines, every one seem race with time, because they are live in new time, open time.
In this age, there are compete violently, people scare that if they low, they will be failed
In open age, everything opens , and if some things closes, they will be out. That is the trend, not be changed.
I feel a dynamic air, race air when I go around some major streets. State companies are forced to change, to privatize, if they do not want to be fail completely. As all we know, state companies in Vietnam almost authoritative, dirty. State official and state staff only care about how way to stolen the money of state, how way to corrupt, not care how way to get benefit belong company.
Oh state company, slow, struggle, fight not with another company, fight with their fellow worker, fight with their comrades, to earn money, not to get success in business.
At the same time, private companies development too high, they healthy compete, they show dynamic character , dynamic and fairly in business , they support our economic rise, and our country more rich. If Viet Nam want to more rich, reduce poor, reduce miserable for people, it need privatize, every people want it, but some leaders do not want, they want the more poor Vietnam is, the more easily they cheat the poor people. The more poor people was, the more rich they were.
I love Vietnam, but I hate someone exploit nation to get own benefit. They are dirty.

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A SAD STORY
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the roomõ?Ts only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end . They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, even where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the view outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the land scape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As th man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would clse his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldnõ?Tt hear the band, he could see it in his mindõ?Ts eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed in similar fashion.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths, only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
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Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself.
He trained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate to describe such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, perhaps he just wanted to encourage youõ?Ư
Epilogueõ?Ư
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.

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