Your most embarrassing experience
Your most embarrassing experience
Our family live in the suburb of HCM city, not far from the
central city. It is about 30 kilometers to the South.
Last week my parents, my brothers and my sisters paid a
visit to my grandparents in the country and I therefore
stayed at home alone. I used to get up very early in the
morning. As usual, after going to the market to buy some
necessary things, I came back home to start doing the
housework such as cleaning the floor, making the bed,
making coffee and preparing lunch. The house now was
so clean and tidy that it seemed bigger and larger. I had
worked from 7:00 a.m. to 9:00 a.m. I was so tired that I
had to stop working for a rest. After 15 minutes of
relaxation, I started working again.
Right after I had taken the teapot from the cupboard, I
suddenly felt something burning downstairs. I got so
embarrassed and frightened that I dropped the teapot
while I was hurrying downstairs. To my horror and
surprise, the kettle on the electric stove was on fire. I was
in such a confusing state that I was quite at a loss. Then I
came up an idea: I rushed to the switchboard to cut off the
electric power. The house suddenly became as dark as
pitch. In the pitch-dark kitchen, the kettle turned so
dazzling red that it looked just like a hot burning sun on a
stifling summer afternoon.
Your most frightening experience
My worst experience happened on an airplane a long time
ago.
After graduating from High-School in Hue, I was quite
happy when my parents allowed me to continue my study
in Saigon.
Living far from my family, I longed for an opportunity to
see my dear people again and at that time the best way to
travel to Hue was to use DC2 or DC4 planes. It took me
only one and a half hours to fly from Tan Son Nhat airport
to Phu Bai Airport. I often enjoyed comfortable and
pleasant flights, but one day during my air trip to Hue I
experienced the most frightening incident I have ever had
in my life.
It was in the winter when I received a letter from my
parents informing me off my sister’s approaching wedding
ceremony. I hurried to Vietnam Airline Office to buy a
return-ticket to Hue. I boarded a DC4 plane that morning.
When I was flying over Nha Trang city, it began to rain.
Looking out of the window, I saw Nha Trang surrounded in
a dense veil of rain. We were making good time; but when
we flew to Da Nang the weather suddenly got worse. It
was raining heavily and the wind was blowing furiously. I
was a little nervous. The plane was all right for about 30
minutes. I was listening to the music on the plane’s radio.
Other passengers were talking. The stewardesses were
serving drinks and food to the passengers. Looking out of
the window, I saw masses of dense black clouds flying
past and Hai Van pass was veiled in a curtain of heavy
rain, dimly winding below. Suddenly lightning struck one of
the engines. The plane dropped rapidly. Some people
were screaming and the stewardesses were falling down.
From the cabin the co-pilot’s voice was heard to advise
passengers to fasten their seat-belts and keep calm.
Looking around, I notice some nuns taking out their
rosaries and starting to say prayers. Their faces were as
pale as death.
Though I was a hardened traveler and I got used to
remaining calm, I felt quite frightened too. My heart was
beating very fast and I was trembling with fear. I thought I
was going to die. But my fear did not last long. After about
3 minutes, the pilot started the engine again. Everybody
on board heaved a deep sigh of relief. We landed safely at
last.
I had to cancel my return to Saigon by plane and took a
sea voyage and from that time on I have never traveled by
air when the weather is bad