My Story of Honesty.
Once, I remember that I went out with my dad from my house overlooking the valley to visit the family, boarded the bus and we sat down, then I realized that my hand was a cell phone on a seat. Then he grabbed me take you. After one hour the cell called a miss, she told me that the cell belonged, she finally arrived where I was and returned his cell phone.
by: Jubi Castro
Once, I remember that I went out with my dad from my house overlooking the valley to visit the family, boarded the bus and we sat down, then I realized that my hand was a cell phone on a seat. Then he grabbed me take you. After one hour the cell called a miss, she told me that the cell belonged, she finally arrived where I was and returned his cell phone.
by: Jubi Castro
I feel very little real history because little things like that come back Pesonen.
ReplyDeleteI congratulate you for your honesty actutud
I think what this story is very interesting. Becauseall the persons don´t think like Jubi.
ReplyDeleteother person be able carry it and to use the cell to him or her.
IN OTHER OCATION THE PEOPLE CAN SELL AND TO WIN MONEY