Good looks mean nothing without a good personality or trust, so I would put that on the bottom. I would say:
1) Personality
2) Trust
3) Looks
Trust and personality are tricky, but personality is on top purely because a spouse with a bad personality will be very unhealthy to be around.
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In The Story of my Life by Helen Keller, the author tells her experiences as she tries to fit in the world as a blind and deaf person. Helen starts the story by describing her earliest life experiences of sights and sounds and her memory of contracting the disease that ended up in her impairment. Helen learned sign language after her disease, but she describes the isolation she felt from the world around her and the frustration she experienced while trying to learn.
At the age of six, Helen’s life changes drastically when she is taken to a teacher who has had great success educating blind and deaf children. Helen uses the rest of the book to describing her advancing learning to read, write, and speak under the tutoring of her teacher, Anne Sullivan. She describes the sensory work Miss Sullivan did that helped her first steps, and then learn the meaning of words, and then gain a whole understanding of their meaning in the world around her. Helen describes moments of insight that came over the course of her learning as she was able to link her learning activities to her childhood memories. By the end of the book, the author’s descriptions of past and present give a meaning to her story.
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That is the exact facial expression I had when I was a child. I know how it feels. That sadness, sorrow, misery and pain. As the child walked towards the garbage bin, I quietly followed his steps. The smell was unbearably foul. What is he possibly doing? Scavenging for metal tins? Or maybe plastic bottles? The next thing happened was an 'I can't believe my eyes'. That boy with patched clothes was eating the food waste right from the garbage.
I once had a tough life. Lucky for me, I was adopted by a rich family. This boy faced much more trouble than I did. I went after the child after seeing him searching from bins to bins. 'Care for some buns?,' I asked. WOAH! He turned in shock, not expecting strangers. At first the boy was confused and refused to accept my kindness, but eventually after persuading him for a few times, he took it and walked away.
Feeling unsatisfied and curious, I pursue on tracking his path. With confusion, I wonder what was he still doing by the bins. After a few questions and answers, I found out that he was an orphan and his mom is disabled.They live in a small wooden house that was waiting for it's time to collapse. He was the only hope to support his siblings of 5. His story was heartbreaking that I tears slowly rolled down my cheeks. The only thing on my mind was this kid needs help!
Luckily I have a friend who work at the public welfare center. The boy's family was supported by the government and was moved to a new house at a rural area. They begin a fresh new life there. He and his siblings was given an education. The boy did a part-time work in order to support the family finances. I could see his face becoming radiant day by day.
I would visit them twice a month to check if they are comfortable with the new life. Turns up there is nothing to be worried about as result was positive. His family was starting to adapt to the new surrounding. His determination and 'never giving up' actions had helped his family survived. Before I left after my last visit, he thanked me. I could barely heard him saying 'Well, with everything that happened, I hope that I will never face sadness again'.
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