During our Literature class, one of the most catchy stories that had a great impact on me was A

Little Incident by Lu Xun. Its somehow a great work of art. It may be light to read but it depicts a
wide range of ideas from internal conflict to social problems. It is something that made Lu Xun a
classic author.
The story took place in a little town one breezy day. The characters include the I (the one who
narrated the story), the rickshaw puller, the old woman and the police officer. The I in the story was
the one who narrated the events in chronological order. He was the one who experienced the internal
conflict. He was, for me, insensitive and inconsiderate for the feelings of the old woman. Even if he
saw the incident that dragged the old woman on all fours, he showed her no mercy. Instead, he
ordered the rickshaw puller to continue what they were doing. He is both the protagonist and the
antagonist in the story since he experienced internal conflict after the incident. The rickshaw puller,
however, was the one who showed careand concern for the old woman. he showed sympathy and was
able to help the woman made her way to safety. He showed concern even if his mere act would mean
disobedience to I, his master in the story. The old woman was the one dragged by the rickshaw. He
stumbled on all fours and had her clothes torn. Just like the old woman, the police played only a
minor role in the story. Quite insignificant, he just approached I in the end of the story.
The story was told in first person major point of view. The I isnt yet clear if it refers to the author
or not but it somehow used the pronoun I as someone who narrated the story. Lu Xuns
masterpiece was of depressing general mood. I felt quite moved by the main character when he
realized the mistake he had done. I feel sorry for the old woman because she felt the ungrace of the
I. The incident also hurt her and to think about it, shes old. Shes probably weak by the years that
had gone by.
The story also holds much symbolism. One ...
of these is the breeze. At the start of the story, the breeze was strongly gushing.
Butt at the end of the story, when the main character realized a lesson from
the incident, the breeze finally ceased. I came up with the idea that the breeze
signifies the coldness of heart of the main character. When he came up with his
realization after the incident, he was moved by the act of kindness of the
rickshaw puller. He knew deep inside there lies a man like that of the rickshaw
puller kind and tender-hearted but just slept because of the ungraces he faced
throughout the years of political and social matters governing their locale. The
I himself is a symbol. He is somewhat referred to as someone who holds a
high position, a general or government official perhaps. I bet he symbolizes
supremacy in the society. He reflects those who are above the social pyramid
where masses are placed down under. Also, in countries like China, that time,
men are considered superior to women. The I could have been the epitome of
power and position for the story. The rickshaw
puller signifies the masses who are working hard. As we can observe, he works for the I.
We can draw the conclusion that even if the elite had the riches, they still need the manpower of the
masses to make their visions real. They need the poor to move for them for without these people
below, no one will do the move for them. They just kept orders but the one who makes the social

routine alive are those who live below their class. The old woman however, symbolized those who
are helplessly oppressed. Even if they want to stand and move ahead of their lives, they just couldnt
because they lack the capacity to do so. They hunger for grace that only those who are also poor can
give.
The theme of the story for me is that kindness lies in everyones heart. its just a matter of waking it
up. This story is a light read but contains a lot of message not only about grace but as well as the
truth in the social status of the people within a nation. Nice job and two thumbs up for Lu Xun.

A LITTLE INCIDENT
Lu Hsun
Six years have gone by, as so many winks, since I came to the capital from the village. During all that
time there have occurred many of those events known as affairs of the state, a great number of which I
have seen or heard about. My heart does not seem to have been in the least affected by any of them, and
recollection now only tends to increase my ill temper and cause me to like people less as the day wears
on. But one little incident alone is deep with meaning to me, and I am unable to forget it even now.
It was a winter day in the sixth year of the Republic, and a strong northernly wind blew furiously. To make
a living, I had to be up early, and on the way to my duties I encountered scarcely anyone. After much
difficulty, I finally succeeded in hiring a rickshaw. I told the puller to take to me to the South Gate.
After a while, the wind moderated its fury, and in its wake the streets were left clean of the loose dust. The
puller ran quickly. Just as we approached the South Gate, somebody ran in front of us, got entangled in
the rickshaw, and tumbled to the ground.
It was a woman with streaks of white in her hair, and she wore ragged clothes. She had darted suddenly
from the side of the street, and directly crossed in front of us. My puller tried to swerve aside, but her
tattered jacket, unbuttoned and fluttering in the wind, caught in the shafts. Fortunately, the puller had
slowed his pace, otherwise she would have been thrown head over heels, and probably injured. After we
halted, the woman still knelt on all fours. I did not think she was hurt. No one else had seen the collision.
And it irritated me that the puller had stopped and was apparently prepared to get himself involved in
some foolish complication. It might delay and trouble my journey.
Its nothing, I told him. Move on!
But either he did not hear me or did not care, for he put down the shafts and gently helped the old woman
to her feet. He held her arms, supporting her, and asked:
Are you alright?
I am hurt.
I thought, I saw you fall and it was not all rough. How can you be hurt? You are pretending. The whole
business is distasteful, and the rickshaw man is merely making difficulties for himself. Now let him find his
own way out of the mess.
But the puller did not hesitate for a moment after the old woman said she was injured. Still holding her
arm, he walked carefully ahead with her. Then I was surprised as, looking ahead, I suddenly noticed a
police station, and saw that he was taking her there. No one was outside, so he guided her in through the
gate.
As they passed in, I experienced a curious sensation. I do not know why, but at the moment, it suddenly

seemed to me that his dust-covered figure loomed enormous, and as he walked farther he continued to
grow, until finally I had to lift my head to follow him. At the same time, I felt a bodily pressure all over me,
which came from his direction. It seemed almost to push out from me all the littleness that hid under my
fur-lined gown. I grew week, as though my vitality had been spent, as though the blood had frozen in me.
I sat motionless, stunned and thoughtless, until I saw an officer emerge from the station. Then, I got off
from the rickshaw as he approached me.
Get another rickshaw, he advised. This man cant pull you anymore.
Without thinking, I thrust my hand into my pocket and pulled forth a big fistful of coppers. Give the fellow
these, I said.
The wind had ceased entirely, but the street was still quiet. I mused as I walked, but I was almost afraid to
think about myself. Leaving aside what had happened before, I sought an explanation for a fistful of
coppers. Why had I given them? As a reward? And did I think of myself, after my conduct, fit to pass
judgment upon the rickshaw puller? I could not answer my own conscience.
Till now that experience burns in my memory. I think of it, and introspect with pain and effort. The political
and military drama of these years is to me like the classics I read in childhood: I cannot recite half a line of
it. But always before my eyes, purging me with shame, impelling me to better myself, invigorating my
hope and courage, this little incident is reenacted. I see it in every detail as distinctly as on the day it
happened.

Literary Criticism: Formalism Approach

The Little Incident by: Lu Xun
Plot:
The story begins with the recall of the narrator or the I about what happens six years ago, what
does the I thinks and feels over the never-ending, and repetitions of events around him known
as affairs of state. It opens up and shows what kind of personality the I had, before the
incident that will change him as the story goes on.
One winter day the I had to run some errands and to do this he needs a rickshaw to take him
on the South Gate; though he encountered difficulty in finding it, he was lucky enough to hire
one. Once the wind moderated its fury the puller ran quickly, and just as they approached the
South Gate, somebody ran in front of them, got entangled in the rickshaw and stumbled on the
ground.
It was an old woman; she had darted suddenly from the side of the street, and crossed
directly in front of them. Fortunately the puller had slowed his pace; otherwise she would have
been thrown head over heels, and probably seriously injured. Though, the I saw what
happened to the old woman right in front of his eyes, he didnt show any consideration and
concerned towards her, as he tells to the puller to move on. But the puller didnt response
instead he put down the shafts and asked the old women if shes all right, and the woman said
she was hurt. Even if the old woman said that she was hurt, still I doesnt believe him and
assert, in his mind, that the old woman is just pretending and making the whole business
distasteful; and the puller involving himself to the situation make it more difficult.
The puller didnt hesitate to help the old woman, he hold her arm and lead her to the
police station. The puller shows consideration and concerned to her, contrast to what the I had
showed. The puller and the old woman leave the I alone on the street; and as they passed in,
the I experienced a curious sensation. It seems to him that the pullers shadow becomes
bigger as they walked farther from him. He lifts his head, and at that moment he felt bodilypressured, which came from the pullers direction. He grew weak; he sat motionless, stunned,
and thoughtless, until the he saw an officer emerge from the station. The I got down from the

rickshaw as the officer approached him, and told him that the rickshaw man cannot pull him
anymore. Without thinking the I pulled forth a big fistful coppers, and told the officer to give it to
the rickshaw-man.
After the incident, the I think back to the situation, and to himself. He was bombarded
by a lot of questions in his mind, but still cant find, give a relevant answer to his own
conscience.
The I or the narrator of the story stated that the incident still burns in his memory; and
as he tries to remember the incident, it purges him with shame, yet impels him to be better, and
invigorates his hope and courage.
Conflict:

Character vs. Society

The beginning of the story already gives a cue of the conflict of the narrator or the I to the
society.
during all the time, there have occurred many of those events known as affairs of state, a
great number of which I have seen or heard about. My heart does not seem to have been in the
least affected by any of them, and recollection now only tends to ill my temper and cause me to
like people less as the days wears on. P.127
It seems that the I becomes weary in the events happening in the society, and thus become
insensitive. As we all know, our society has profound influence in each individuals, it may
influence as in positive and negative ways, though.
The narrators insensitivity is a symbol of protest, of him, against the society.

Character vs. Character

The conflict between the two characters- the I and the puller, happened when the puller or the
rickshaw-man decided to help the old woman, despite the order of the I to move on.
Its nothing , I told him. Move on
But either he did not hear me or did not care, for he put down the shafts and gently helped the
old woman to her feet.
There is also a conflict between the I and the old woman.
I saw you fall, and it was not all rough. How can you be hurt? You are pretending. The whole
business is distasteful, and the rickshaw-man is merely making difficulties for himself. Now, let
him find his own way out of the mess.
In this part it shows, how I contradicts the old woman when she said that she was hurt, when
the puller asked her if shes alright.
The clash of two contrasting personalities of the I and the puller are evidently seen in this
story; the I is cold-hearted, insensitive and inconsiderate, while the rickshaw man, is a total
opposite of I, is kind-hearted, considerate and sensible, respectively.

Character vs. Self (Internal Conflict)

The I is the one who suffered internal conflict in the story; he is insensitive, inconsiderate and
cold-hearted.
Point of View
The story is in the first-person point of view because the narrator does participate, and a
protagonist of the story.
Characters:

The narrator
The I or the narrator is both the protagonist and antagonist of the story, though he shows
rudeness, he is still the main character, and it is his story of realization or waking-up. His
character falls under the dynamic, for he undergone changes as the story goes on.

The rickshaw man or the puller

The rickshaw man has a very contrasting personality to the I; for he is sensible and shows
malevolence in the story. His character falls under static, because there is no changes
happened to him as the story went on, though he plays significant part of the story for he is the
cause of changes of I.

The Old woman

The old woman fall under the static character; she also symbolized oppressed people in the
story.
Theme
Man is good in-nature; and man is us. No matter how cruel or rude a man appears to be, there
is still goodness lies in him, that only needs a bang to wake-up.
Setting
The setting of the story is in China; where social classification was apparent- I believe during the
story was written. This social classification can be seen in the story; the I represents people of
high rankings, whereas the puller represents people of lower rankings, or the commoner.
Formalism
This story fall under formalism because for a reader to fully understand a particular literature
he/she must observe its forms, and how these forms woven together to create a wonderful story
like this. Socio-political is seen in the story, but cant deny the importance it plays in the story
though. Even it has different forms it still managed to transcends its message to the reader, and
that is:
Man is good nature, it is just a matter of waking it up.

I just read a story, "An Incident," by Lu Hsun, and I really enjoyed it because it talks of
reforming yourself as a person. In the story, it shows that even a cold, rigid person had
found kindness through an experience. A single incident changed his moral values and ideas
of life. You can learn a valuable lesson from this story and it can even help you to become a
better person.
One line from "An Incident" that stood out for me was: "Yet this incident keeps coming back
to me often more vivd than in actual life, teaching me shame, urging me to reform, and
giving me fresh courage and hope." This sentence stood out for me because it shows that
he realized that a small act of kindness can touch many hearts, even his own cold one. The
incident opened his eyes to how not all people were greedy and wicked. It changed his
misanthropic thoughts to the idea that maybe humans are good and compassionate.
Another line that I liked was: " Without thinking, I pulled a handful of coppers from my coat
pocket and handed them to the policeman." He did not even think about his actions, but
immediately did an act of kindness. I think this is a good example of how kindness is
contagious. When he saw the rickshaw man help the lady, he felt small compared to him
and had a revolation. The writer felt he needed to repent for his rudeness and had the urge
to help others.
"An Incident" reminds me of something that happened to me. When I was a young girl, I
never had to give up my seat on the bus. One day I witnessed a man giving his seat to an

elderly woman and I wondered why he had done that. Did he not want to sit down? I asked
my mom and she had told me that the elderly woman can stand as well as us and that they
need to sit more than us. Now, I never hesitate to give my seat to the elderly. It was a
valuable lesson in kindness that I won't forget.
I would love to read more stories from Lu Hsun, because he teaches lesson in his stories. He
show revolations in peoples likes and understands human emotions. Lu Hsun is a great
author and I can't wait to read more from him.
A LITTLE INCIDENT BY LU HSUN
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Six years have slipped by since I came from the country to the capital. During that time I have seen and heard quite
enough of so-called affairs of state; but none of them made much impression on me. If asked to define their influence,
I can only say they aggravated my ill temper and made me, frankly speaking, more and more cynical.
One incident, however, struck me as significant, and aroused me from my ill temper, so that even now I cannot forget
it.
It happened during the winter of 1917. A bitter north wind was blowing, but, to make a living, I had to be up and out
early. I met scarcely a soul on the road, and had great difficulty in hiring a ricksaw to take me to the South Gate.
Presently the wind dropped a little. By now the loose dust had all been blown away, leaving the roadway clean, and
the rickshaw man quickened his pace. We were just approaching the South Gate when someone crossing the road was
entangled in our rickshaw and fell slowly to the ground.
It was a woman, with streaks of white in her hair, wearing ragged clothes. She had left the pavement without warning
to cut across in front of us, and although the rickshaw man had made way, her tattered jacket, unbuttoned and
fluttering in the wind, had caught on the shaft. Luckily the rickshaw man pulled up quickly, otherwise she would
certainly have had a bad fall and been seriously injured.

She lay there on the ground, and the rickshaw man immediately went to her aid. I did not think the old woman was
hurt, and there had been no witnesses to what had happened, so I resented this over-eagerness of the rickshaw man
which might land him in trouble and hold me up.
Its alright, I said. Go on.
However, he paid no attention perhaps he had not heard for he set down the shafts, and gently helped the old
woman to get up. Supporting her by one arm, he asked:
Are you all right?
Im hurt.
I had seen how slowly she fell, and was sure she could not be hurt. I thought she must be pretending, which was
disgusting. The rickshaw man had asked for trouble, and now he had it. He would have to find his own way out.
But the rickshaw man did not hesitate for a minute after the old woman said she was injured. Still holding her arm, he
helped her slowly forward. I was surprised. When I looked ahead, I saw a police station. Because of the high wind,
there was no one outside, so the rickshaw man helped the old woman towards the gate.
Suddenly I had a strange feeling. His dusty, retreating figure seemed larger at that instant. Indeed, the further he
walked the larger he appeared, until I had to look up to him. At the same time he seemed gradually to be exerting a
pressure on me, which threatened to overpower the small self under my fur-lined gown.
My strength seemed to be draining away as I sat there motionless, my mind a blank, until a policeman came out. Then
I got down from the rickshaw.
The policeman came up to me and said, Get another rickshaw. He cant pull you anymore.
Without thinking, I pulled a handful of coppers from my coat pocket and handed them to the policeman. Please give
him these, I said.
The wind had dropped completely, but the road was still quiet. I walked along thinking, but I was almost afraid to
turn my thoughts on myself. Setting aside what had happened earlier, what had I meant by that handful of coppers?
Was it a reward? Who was I to judge the rickshaw man? I could not answer myself.
Even now, this remains fresh in my memory. It often causes me distress, and makes me think about myself. The
military and political affairs of those years I have forgotten as completely as the classics I read in my childhood. Yet
this incident keeps coming back to me, often more clearly than in actual life, teaching me shame, urging me to reform,
and giving me fresh courage and hope.

REACTION:
The story begins with the recall of the narrator or the I about what happens six years ago, what does the I thinks
and feels over the never-ending, and repetitions of events around him known as affairs of state. It opens up and
shows what kind of personality the I had, before the incident that will change him as the story goes on.
The setting of the story is in China; where social classification was apparent- I believe during the story was written.
This social classification can be seen in the story; the I represents people of high rankings, whereas the puller
represents people of lower rankings, or the commoner.
After the incident, the I think back to the situation, and to himself. He was bombarded by a lot of questions in his
mind, but still cant find, give a relevant answer to his own conscience. The I or the narrator of the story stated that
the incident still burns in his memory; and as he tries to remember the incident, it purges him with shame, yet
impels him to be better, and invigorates his hope and courage.
The beginning of the story already gives a cue of the conflict of the narrator or the I to the society.
during all the time, there have occurred many of those events known as affairs of state, a great number of which
I have seen or heard about. My heart does not seem to have been in the least affected by any of them, and
recollection now only tends to ill my temper and cause me to like people less as the days wears on.
It seems that the I becomes weary in the events happening in the society, and thus become insensitive. As we all
know, our society has profound influence in each individuals, it may influence as in positive and negative ways,
though. The narrators insensitivity is a symbol of protest, of him, against the society.
The clash of two contrasting personalities of the I and the puller are evidently seen in this story; the I is coldhearted, insensitive and inconsiderate, while the rickshaw man, is a total opposite of I, is kind-hearted, considerate
and sensible, respectively.
The story tells us that man is good in-nature; and man is us. No matter how cruel or rude a man appears to be, there
is still goodness lie in him that only needs a bang to wake-up.

Introduction:
The story took place in a little town one breezy day. Even if he saw the incident that
dragged the old woman on all fours, he showed her no mercy. Instead, he ordered the

rickshaw puller to continue what they were doing. He is both the protagonist and the
antagonist in the story since he experienced internal conflict after the incident. The
rickshaw puller, however, was the one who showed care and concern for the old woman. he
showed sympathy and was able to help the woman made her way to safety. He showed
concern even if his mere act would mean disobedience to his master in the story. He think of
it and introspect with pain and effort. The political and military drama of these years is to me
like the classics he read in childhood. He cannot recite half a line of it. But always before his
eyes are purging with shame impelling his to be better. invigoration my type and courage.
he see in every detail as distinctly as on the day it happened.

Discussion Director
Neil Florendo

Rising Action-It was a winter day in the sixth year of the Republic, and a strong Northernly
wind blew furiously. To make a living, Lu Shun had to be up early, and on the way to his
duties Lu Shun encountered scarcely anyone. After much difficulty, Lu Shun finally
succeeded in hiring a rickshaw. He told the puller to take to me to the South Gate. After a
while, the wind moderated its fury, and in its wake the streets were left clean of the loose
dust.

Climax-The moment the puller ran quickly approach the South Gate, somebody ran in front
of them, got entangled in the rickshaw, and tumbled to the ground. It was a woman with
streaks of white in her hair, and she wore ragged clothes. She had darted suddenly from the
side of the street, and directly crossed in front of us. The puller tried to swerve aside, but her
tattered jacket, unbuttoned and fluttering in the wind, caught in the shafts.

Falling Action-The wind had ceased entirely, but the street was still quiet. When he was
walking shame and afraid himself for being rude for them. Leaving aside what had happened
before, he sought an explanation for a fistful of coppers. Why he gave them a reward? He
only think is himself after his conduct, he fit to pass judgment upon the rickshaw puller? He
couldn't even answer he's own conscience.

Theme-The story for me is that kindness lies in everyone's heart. it's just a matter of waking
it up. This story is a light read but contains a lot of message not only about grace but as well
as the truth in the social status of the people within a nation.

5 Comprehension:
1.

what year when he came from the capital in the village and that time there was a occurred
events?
ans: Sixth Year

2.

That time what was from the capital and there was was occurred events, what was that events
occurred that time?
ans: Affairs of the States
3.
4.

What was Lu Hsun hired to take him to the South Gate?

ans: Rickshaw

Somebody ran in front of the rickshaw that got entangled and tumbled on the ground?
ans: a woman with streaks of white in her hair, and wore ragged clothes.
5.

What was Lu Hsun feel after the accident?

ans: Shame/Guilty

Character Captain
Deirdrie Damssey Martin Palabrica & Neil Florendo

PRIMARY CHARACTER:

Lu Hsun- was a novelist, editor, translator, literary critic, essayist, and poet. And he
think when he gave the to old lady everything is solve.
Lu Hsun I think it's Albert Martinez in the teleserye "Princess and I" that with
money he can find his daughter.
SECONDARY CHARACTERS:
The Puller-he's a good, a responsible, and help people when they need help.
The Puller just like Coco Martin in the teleserye " Ikaw Lamang " they the same of
attitude and they help other people.

Vocabulary Enricher
Riemon Bogaoan
1.
2.

Winks- a brief closing of one eye as a gesture, greeting, or signal

Affairs of the State- a situation, present circumstances or condition.

3.

Rickshaw- a small vehicle with two wheels and seats for passenger, pulled along by somebody
walking in front of it, used especially in South and East Asia.
4.

Entangled- cause to become twisted together with caught in.

5.

6.

Ragged- dressed in torn, tattered, or frayed clothes.

Swerve- to make a sudden change in direction, often to avoid a collision, or make something
change direction suddenly
7.
8.

Tattered- dressed in ragged clothes.

Shafts- the long slender handle on various instruments and tools such as golf clubs and
hammers.
9.
10.

Halted bring or come to an abrupt stop.

Collision- is an isolated event in which two or more moving bodies.

11.

Apparently- as far as one knows or can see.

12.

13.

Merely- just only.

Sensation- are stages of processing of senses in human and animal systems.

14.

Forth- a stack-oriented computer programming language.

15.
16.
17.

Mused- be absorbed in thought.

Introspect- examine one's own thoughts or feeling.

18.

19.

Ceased- bring or come to an end.

Purging- to free from impurities, purify.

Invigorating- making one feel strong, healthy and full of energy.

20.

Vitality- abundant physical and mental energy.

Literary Luminary
Mary Senobago

But little Incident alone in deep with meaning to me, and I am unable to forget it even now.
I love this situation because he never forget what the puller has done, he realize that the puller was
doing right thing not like him that he's selfish and a fool.

"move on"
I like this situation that he showed to the puller but the puller didn't listen to him and helped the
woman because the puller cares about the woman and helped her even though the man has some
important business
to attend to. The puller doesn't care about the money, he cares about peoples lives more than money

"give the fellow these"

I like this sentence because he gave the copper to the man without thinking or having second thoughts
about giving those to him, he immediately give it to help the man. my heart does not seem to have
been in the least affected by any of them.

This statement, i like about these is that he isn't affected by the other incidents he have but in that
incident he never forget, that is affected.

"no one else had seen the collision"

I like this because it is good for them that no one else saw what happened because if someone did.
The puller might be in jail and he is the case. Lu cry for them.

Summarizer
Caisser Baran & Neil Florendo

The story took place in a little town one breezy day. The characters Lu Shun, the rickshaw
puller, the old woman and the police officer. In the story Lu Shun was the one who narrated
the events in chronological order. He was the one who experienced the internal conflict. He
was, for me, insensitive and inconsiderate for the feelings of the old woman. Even if he saw
the incident that dragged the old woman on all fours, he showed her no mercy. Instead, he
ordered the rickshaw puller to continue what they were doing. He is both the protagonist
and the antagonist in the story since he experienced internal conflict after the incident. The
rickshaw puller, however, was the one who showed care and concern for the old woman. he
showed sympathy and was able to help the woman made her way to safety. He showed
concern even if his mere act would mean disobedience to his master in the story. The old
woman was the one dragged by the rickshaw. He stumbled on all fours and had her clothes
torn. Just like the old woman, the police played only a minor role in the story. Quite
insignificant, he just approached in the end of the story. The story was told in first person
major point of view. The isn't yet clear if it refers to the author or not but it somehow used
the pronoun as someone who narrated the story. Lu Shun's masterpiece was of depressing
general mood. I felt quite moved by the main character when he realized the mistake he had
done. I feel sorry for the old woman because she felt the ungraceful of the incident also hurt
her and to think about it, she's old. She's probably weak by the years that had gone by. the
story also holds much symbolism. One of these is the breeze. At the start of the story, the
breeze was strongly gushing. Butt at the end of the story, when the main character realized
a lesson from the incident, the breeze finally ceased. I came up with the idea that the breeze
signifies the coldness of heart of the main character. When he came up with his realization
after the incident, he was moved by the act of kindness of the rickshaw puller. He knew deep
inside there lies a man like that of the rickshaw puller -kind and tender-hearted but just slept

because of the graces he faced throughout the years of political and social matters governing
their locale. Himself is a symbol. He is somewhat referred to as someone who holds a high
position, a general or government official perhaps. I bet he symbolizes supremacy in the
society. He reflects those who are above the social pyramid where masses are placed down
under. Also, in countries like China, that time, men are considered superior to women. Could
have been the epitome of power and position for the story. The rickshaw puller signifies the
masses who are working hard. As we can observe, he works for the. We can draw the
conclusion that even if the elite had the riches, they still need the manpower of the masses
to make their visions real. They need the poor to move for them for without these people
below, no one will do the move for them. They just kept orders but the one who makes the
social routine alive are those who live below their class. The old woman however,
symbolized those who are helplessly oppressed. Even if they want to stand and move ahead
of their lives, they just couldn't because they lack the capacity to do so. They hunger for
grace that only those who are also poor can give.

Connector
Gian Abdurajak & Neil Florendo

13 years have gone by, as so many winks, since I came to the school name Holy Trinity
College G.S.C. My mind want something do bad things. Something little incident alone is
deep with meaning to me, and I am unable to forget it even now.

It was a day in the Purok Malakas at Expansion and it was very hot day. To make a living, I
had to be up early, and on the way to Expansion. I encountered scarcely anyone. After much
difficulty, I finally succeeded in hiring a to pick up me. I told the pick up name Riemon to
sent to Expansion.

After a while, the tire of the car flat, and in its wake the streets were quiet. I ran quickly until
I see poor child. I was so close in Expansion but I choose to continue, there was a car ran in
front of me, I dodge it but the little child was gonna hit by the car until Riemon showed up
and save the little child.

The little child was save but Riemon did not make it. He save the little child by exchange his
life. All of his body was in critical condition. The little child came to Riemon and crying.

Mr. I'm so sorry!

But either he did not hear the child voice, he give a big smile and he put his hand to child
and said his last word.
Cherish your life and live on
I though i was day dreaming. " is this reality?" The whole my is distasteful, and guilty.

But the little child did not hesitate for the moment after the child said. He holding his arm,
he walked carefully ahead with him. Then I was surprised as, looking ahead, I suddenly
noticed a police are coming, and saw that he was taking him to the hospital. No one was
outside, so he guided her in until the hospital.

As they walked, I experienced a shame. I do not know why I didn't move to help Riemon, but
at the moment, it suddenly seemed to me that his dust-covered figure loomed enormous,
and as he walked farther he continued to grow, until finally I had to lift my head to help him.
At the same time, I felt a bodily pressure all over me, which came from his direction. It
seemed almost to push out from me all. not to follow him. I grew week, as though my vitality
had been spent, as though the blood in my head frozen in me. I sat motionless, stunned and
thoughtless, until I saw an his full family crying.

Without thinking, I thrust my head and bow saying sorry to them and I was crying to.

The wind had cold, but the street was still quiet. I mused as I walked, but I was almost afraid
to think about myself. Leaving aside what had happened before, I sought an explanation for
a fistful of coppers. Why had didn''t given them? As a reward? And did I think of myself, after
my conduct, fit to pass judgment upon my pick up driver? I could not answer my own
conscience.

Till now that experience burns in my memory. I think of it, and introspect with pain and
effort. The political and military drama of these years is to me like the classics I read in
childhood: I cannot recite half a line of it. But always before my eyes, purging me with
shame, impelling me to better myself, invigorating my hope and courage, this little incident
is reenacted. I see it in every detail as distinctly as on the day it happened.

Artful Adventurer
Jarrel Endangga