Special Guest Post - My dad!

My parents have been taking English and computer lessons for quite a while now. Anyway, they have been typing word documents as part of their writing tasks and asking me to review them. This was one that my dad wrote for one of his first classes:

My Story

My name is Sap Dang. I was born in Vietnam. My family has six people and live in a poor village in South Vietnam.

When I was seven years old, I left my family and when to live with my Aunt in the province and I began school there. After I finished in primary school, I continued in high school for two years. After that I left the course because I didn’t have enough money to pay for studies. I stayed at home to help my Aunt to look after her groceries shop. Then I worked there until I was nineteen years old. I earned a lot of money.

I met my girlfriend when I was nineteen years old and we got married eight years later. Because during the time it was the Vietnamese war between South and North. I was a soldier South Vietnam when I was twenty years old.

In 1975 at the end April I lost my country and 1984 my family escaped from Vietnam by small boat on the sea. There was thirty eight people in a small boat including my family of seven people. For three days on the sea our boat went to Malaysia and we lived in the camp waiting sponsorship of brother-in-law from Australia.

In 1985 our family settled in Australia with humanitarian sponsorship by my brother-in-law. We very tired but we could not stop because we were in a new country where everything would be different. Also we were happy because we knew now our family was going to meet my brother-in-law and his family and we would get a new life in a free country and we hoped our new life in Australia would be happy for our family in the future. That is all I wanted.

I will show all these writings to my children in the future about their grandparents. My parents have been inspiring to me my entire life - I'm not articulate enough to express how much admiration I have for them and how they've shaped me as a person. They suffered much during the Vietnam war and during the times we spent as refugees in the UN-sponsored Malaysian camps. It would have been easy to be angry at the world but they had hope for their children and hope in humanity. They are good people - compassionate, kind-hearted, hardworking, appreciative of everything they've been given. :-)