Greeting card

Two men in dark grey suits shaking hands, the white flowers and smiles reflecting off the orange church in the background. For the more slender of the two, it is the best day of his life. For the other, it is the big day for his son. The handshake in the place of a hug shows the respect between the two men: respect between father and son, and the respect between two leaders. The broader, and the older of the two is seeing his son as an equal. The smile on both of their faces shows the joy. Their

-Next Morning- Rei POV: I woke up to the sun filling my room with light. I sat up and stretched my arms above my head. I yawned wiping the sleep from my eyes. Thinking of yesterdays events my face flushed once more. 'That damn mercenary! He got a reaction out of me.' I furrow my eyebrows together in vexation. 'I won't allow him to tease me like that again.' I sighed, remembering he was now personal bodyguard and I silently curse my father for insisting I have one. 'Now I'm stuck with him until

expected people to be late. When we arrived the host greeted us with hugs and lots of kisses. Egyptian greetings are a lot longer than what most people are accustomed to. There is this constant unprofessed confusion in the Arab world on whether you kiss two or three times when greeting someone, and I can testify that Egyptians kiss about four times. They also ask a lot of questions while greeting. “How have you been? What are you up to? How’s school? How’s your family? I haven’t seen you in so long

mother's family name. A respectful smile is always appropriate during greetings. Saying goodbye in Mexico is very similar to the process used for greetings. The host will walk the guest to the door and the goodbye will be said with the same procedure as the greeting. If you received a handshake, abrazo, arm pay or air kiss upon arrival expect the same upon leaving. Etiquette about who initiates the goodbye is the same as for greetings. It is polite to thank your host for the good time. Gift giving

Working at the Post Office is no walk in the park. In fact, this job requires excess amounts of strenuous activity as well as the ability to multitask, time manage, and problem solve. While it may seem emotionally draining for some, there is one man who makes it all look simple, and that man goes by the name of Eric Olszewski. As 5:30 a.m. strikes the clock, most of America is still snoozing except for me. I am sorting mail at the Post Office. As the sun still sleeps, I spend my time loathing in

Welcome to the Future Foreign Urban Careers Convention, also known as F. F.U.C.C. or F-FOOK-K. I know you are all anxious to travel to distant lands, embark upon adventures, and begin working on your first million in your chosen career fields! STOP! Before you board that airplane, I am attempting to SAVE YOUR LIFE--at the most keep you from arrest or fines--at the least, embarrassment. I have been asked by the Chairperson of F-FOOK-K to speak to you today because there just may be no one more

For this assignment, I decided to write about my visit to a “portable church.” As a matter of fact, this assignment had come at a perfect time in my life. For quite some time, I had been looking for an excuse to visit a new church. I did not feel like I was getting enough substance, or the “meat and potatoes” and I was hungry for more. I had always thought about visiting other but I could never get myself to walk through the doors. In the eyes of the philosopher Plato, I was sitting complacently

Upon arrival, Jenny from reception escorted us to the guestroom: beach house no. 35, she handled the guestroom orientation and conducted a demonstration on how to utilize the gas fireplace, music system, telephone and television. Moreover, Jenny enlightened us and confirmed the numerous appointments in the beach house such as the safe, robes, slippers, mini bar, snacks, coffee station and housewares. Prior to Jenny’s departure she asked if we needed additional assistance or help with making dinner

The older I get, and the closer I get to adulthood, I am always trying to figure out the reason I am alive. Being the small person I am in such a big world, it makes it difficult for me to understand why I am here and what I am supposed to do. Growing up in a Christian home, I was taught to follow the rules, have good morals, and to be a follower of God. However, I never know if what I am doing is the right thing. I have donated most of my free time to my church, but instead of being involved in

Describe a time you committed a microaggression: I remember the incident during my stay in Spain. My friends introduced me to their friends and their families. My reaction to the greeting first alerted them, and then became the general fun, but I understand that for my part it was exactly a microaggression. At the moment of greeting, a person leanin towards you and thrice touches your cheek with his/her cheek, imitating a kiss, and you should greet this way with everyone. My first reaction I pulled away