PROJECT Values Dikokilala

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Values

To challenge the basic premise of any discipline, one must begin at the

beginning. In ethics, one must begin by asking: What are values? Whydoes man need them?

Value is that which one acts to gain and/or keep. The concept value

is not a primary; it presupposes an answer to the question: of value

to whom and for what? It presupposes an entity capable of acting to

achieve a goal in the face of an alternative. Where no alternative exists,no goals and no values are possible.

I quote from Galts speech: There is only one fundamental alternative in

the universe: existence or nonexistenceand it pertains to a single class

of entities: to living organisms. The existence of inanimate matter is

unconditional, the existence of life is not: it depends on a specific course

of action. Matter is indestructible, it changes its forms, but it cannot cease

to exist. It is only a living organism that faces a constant alternative: the

issue of life or death. Life is a process of self-sustaining and self-

generated action. If an organism fails in that action, it dies; its chemical

elements remain, but its life goes out of existence. It is only the concept

of Life that makes the concept of Valuepossible. It is only to a living

entity that things can be good or evil.

To make this point fully clear, try to imagine an immortal, indestructible

robot, an entity which moves and acts, but which cannot be affected by

anything, which cannot be changed in any respect, which cannot be

damaged, injured or destroyed. Such an entity would not be able to have

any values; it would have nothing to gain or to lose; it could not regardanything as for or against it, as serving or threatening its welfare, as

fulfilling or frustrating its interests. It could have no interests and no

goals.

Value is that which one acts to gain and keep, virtue is the action by

which one gains and keeps it. Value presupposes an answer to the

question: of value to whom and for what? Value presupposes a

standard, a purpose and the necessity of action in the face of an

alternative. Where there are no alternatives, no values are possible.

It is only an ultimate goal, an end in itself, that makes the existence of

values possible. Metaphysically, life is the only phenomenon that is an

end in itself: a value gained and kept by a constant process of action.

Epistemologically, the concept of value is genetically dependent upon


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and derived from the antecedent concept of life. To speak of value as

apart from life is worse than a contradiction in terms. It is only theconcept of Life that makes the concept of Value possible.

In answer to those philosophers who claim that no relation can beestablished between ultimate ends or values and the facts of reality, let me

stress that the fact that living entities exist and function necessitates the

existence of values and of an ultimate value which for any given living

entity is its own life. Thus the validation of value judgments is to be

achieved by reference to the facts of reality. The fact that a living

entity is, determines what it ought to do. So much for the issue of the

relation between is and ought.

Now in what manner does a human being discover the concept ofvalue? Bywhat means does he first become aware of the issue of good

or evil in its simplest form? By means of the physical sensations

of pleasure or pain. Just as sensations are the first step of the development

of a human consciousness in the realm of cognition, so they are its first

step in the realm of evaluation.

The capacity to experience pleasure or pain is innate in a mans body; it is

part of his nature, part of the kind of entity he is. He has no choice aboutit, and he has no choice about the standard that determines what will

make him experience the physical sensation of pleasure or of pain. What

is that standard? His life. Since a value is that which one acts to gain

and/or keep, and the amount of possible action is limited by the duration

of ones lifespan, it is a part of ones life that one invests in everything

one values. The years, months, days or hours of thought, of interest, of

action devoted to a value are the currency with which one pays for theenjoyment one receives from it.


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Alfred Nobel

The foundation of the Nobel Prize-that has been honoring people from allaround the world for their great accomplishments in physics, chemistry,medicine, literature, and for work in peace-was laid by none other than

Alfred Nobel. He was a Swedish scientist, inventor, entrepreneur, author andpacifist. He was a great genius who invented dynamite and many otherexplosives. He also constructed companies and laboratories in more than 20countries all over the world.

Early Life:Alfred Nobel was born on 21 October, 1833 in Stockholm, Sweden. He wasthe third out of the four sons to the Swedish family. His father, Immanuel

Nobel, an engineer and a prosperous arms manufacturer, encouraged hisfour sons to pursue mechanical fields. When Alfred was just nine years old,his family moved to Saint Petersburg in 1842, where his father started atorpedo works. Here young Alfred received his early education by privatetutors. He studied chemistry with Professor Nikolay Nikolaevich Zinin.

At the age of 18 he traveled to United States where he spent four yearsstudying chemistry and also worked for sometime under John Ericsson.During this time he also went to Paris where he was first introduced tonitroglycerin, a volatile, explosive liquid first made by an Italian scientist,

Ascanio Sobrero in 1847. With the end of the war his fathers weaponsbusiness collapsed leaving the family poor. As a result the family had to relyon the earnings of his mother, Andriette Ahlsell Nobel who worked at thegrocery store.


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Contributions and Achievements:After the family business got bankrupt, Alfred devoted himself to the study ofexplosives and sought a way to make the aggressive explosion of liquidnitroglycerin somehow more controllable. In 1863 he succeeded in explodingnitroglycerin from a distance with a gunpowder charge, and two years laterhe patented the mercury fulminate detonator which is a critical componentfor the development of high explosives. Nobel then built up factories inHamburg and Stockholm, and soon New York and California.

Unfortunately his name became controversial after many serious accidentsin the transit and use of his intrinsically unstable product, including an 1864explosion at their factory in Heleneborg in Stockholm that killed Nobelsyounger brother Emil, among other casualties.

In order to improve the image of his business, Nobel put all his efforts toproduce a safer explosive. In 1866 he discovered that when nitroglycerinwas incorporated in an absorbent still substance like kieselguhr (porousclay) it became safer and more convenient to handle. He called this mixturedynamite and received a patent in 1867. The same year he demonstratedhis explosive for the first time at a quarry in Redhill, Surrey, England. After afew months he also developed a more powerful explosive by the name ofGelignite, (also called blasting gelatin). He made this by absorbingnitroglycerin into wood pulp and sodium or potassium nitrate.

Later Life:During November 1895, at the Swedish-Norwegian Club in Paris, Nobelsigned his last will and testament and established the Nobel Prizes, to beawarded annually without distinction of nationality. The executors of his willformed the Nobel Foundation to fulfill his wishes. The statutes of thefoundation were formally adopted on June 29, 1900 and the first prize wasawarded in 1901.

This great man died of a stroke on 10 December 1896 at Sanremo, Italy andwas buried in Norra begravningsplatsen in Stockholm.


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Honesty A Story by a Young Writer

My father cleared his throat and asked, How much are the oranges?.

Illustration by Natalie Chin.It was a freezing cold winter day in China. My family and I were visiting my

beloved paternal grandmother who lives in Zhengzhou, a city in China. And thistime we were celebrating the Chinese New Year with her. It was said that eating

oranges during the special occasion is meant for good luck. Being superstitious, my

father and I went to the market to buy a few before the big day. The market in China

is different. Itsusually a street with small booths. These booths sell freshvegetables, fruits and even meat. People who have farms in the countryside always

come to the market to sell their goods.

When my father and I arrived, the market was crowded with people, and of course,

oranges. We looked around in the crowd of people and stopped at the sight of a

small booth. This small booth was quite different; it was just a big piece of cloth onthe ground with a few fresh-looking oranges. But I wondered why there were no

customers. Unable to stop my curiosity, I persuaded my father to take a look at theoranges. We walked toward the booth and saw a young girl sitting on a stool,

reading next to the booth. Her mind seemed to have whirled into the story, becauseshe didnteven notice us when we walked toward her.

My father cleared his throat and asked, Howmuch are the oranges?

The girl heard him and jumped up as though her stool had just been electri-fied. Oh

ah what?the girl stammered.

Howmuch are the oranges?my father repeated patiently.


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Ohthree for one yuan,the girl answered politely. Theyare not totally ripe a bit sour,she added, when my father was examining the oranges carefully.

After a while he looked up and said, Idontmind if they are sour Illbuy twenty

of them.Both the girl and I looked at him with surprise; I never thought my father

could be so generous. Then the girl put the oranges in a bag and gave them to him.My father carelessly stuffed some money into her hand and we walked out of thebusy street.

Whydid you buy so many oranges from her?I asked my father as we walked

toward the bus stop.

Well,she was so truthful and even told me that her own oranges are sour; besides,she really enjoys studying. And look at her book, itsso old; maybe she can use the

money she earned to buy somebooks!

I nodded my head vigorously after hearing my fatherswords. Just then, I feltsomebody tugging my arm; I turned and recognized the person as the girl whom we

bought the oranges from. Ranran all the way here, never thought youwalked so fast heresyour change she panted, and stuffed the money in

my hand. Gotto go and look after my booth,bye!Before I could mutter athanks, she had already turned a corner and was out of sight. I stared at the coins in

my hand; although it was only a few coins, the girl and her act of honesty will beetched in my memory forever


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The Disobedient Son

Let us enjoy reading this story of The Disobedient Son.

Once there was a rich farmer in a village. He had a lot of land, cattle, money

and many servants. He had two sons. He led ahappy lifewith them. After few

years, the younger of the two sons became unhappy.

He asked his father for his share of property. His father advised him not

demand like that. His mother also advised her son to do so. But he would

not listen to his fathers words. He got his share and sold them. He had a

huge amount with him. Once he got much money, he got bad company of

friends.

With this amount, he travelled to a distant country where he did all he

wished. He had another bad company of friends there as well. Because of

this, he fell into evil ways.

All the money was gone. He became poor. AT that time, no one helped him

out of bad company. Soon, he fell into debt. Then he understood his mistake

and returned to his country and to his parents.

He afterwards obeyed his parents and led ahappy life.

Moral : WE should obey our parents.


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Clever Thief

Let us enjoy reading this story of Clever Thief.

Devan was a clever thief. He robbed the rich and gave all to the sick and theneedy. The other thieves were jealous of him. They planned to get rid of him.

They challenged to steal the Kings Pyjamas.

Deven accepted the challenge. After that he prepared to execute thenew challenge. He charted out a plan to steal the King. He prepared himself

mentally to carry out a plan.

He went to the KingsPalace.He found the King sleeping. He opened a bottleofred antson the bed. The King was badly bitten. He cried for help. The

servants rushed in. They pretended to look for ants. Deven removed theKings Pyjamas and escaped. Other thieves were dump founded.

They accepted Deven their leader.


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Parables on Integrity & Honesty, Allahs Bounty and

Keeping Allah Constantly in Our Hearts

The Emperor and the SeedAn emperor in the Far East was growing old and knew it was time to choose hissuccessor. Instead of choosing one of his assistants or his children, he decided

something different. He called young people in the kingdom together one day. He

said, Itis time for me to step down and choose the next emperor. I have decided tochoose one of you.

The youth were shocked! But the emperor continued. Iam going to give each oneof you a seed today. One very special seed. I want you to plant the seed, water it and

come back here after one year from today with what you have grown from this one

seed. I will then judge the plants that you bring, and the one I choose will be the

next emperor!One boy named Ling was there that day and he, like the others, received a seed. He

went home and excitedly told his mother the story. She helped him get a pot andplanting soil, and he planted the seed and watered it carefully. Every day he would

water it and watch to see if it had grown. After about three weeks, some of the other

youth began to talk about their seeds and the plants that were beginning to grow.

Ling kept checking his seed, but nothing ever grew. Weeks went by. Still nothing.By now, others were talking about their plants but Ling didnthave a plant, and he

felt like a failure. Six months went by, still nothing in Lingspot. He just knew he

had killed his seed.Everyone else had trees and tall plants, but he had nothing. Ling didntsay anythingto his friends, however. He just kept waiting for his seed to grow.

A year finally went by and the youth brought their plants to the emperor forinspection. Ling told his mother that he wasntgoing to take an empty pot. But his

mother told him to be honest about what happened. Ling felt sick to his stomach, buthe knew his mother was right. He took his empty pot to the palace. When Ling

arrived, he was amazed at the variety of plants grown by the others. They werebeautiful in all shapes and sizes. Ling put his empty pot on the floor and was

laughed at. A few felt sorry for him and remarked, Nicetry.

When the emperor arrived, he surveyed the room and greeted the young people.Ling just tried to hide in the back. Whatgreat plants, trees and flowers you havegrown,said the emperor. Today,one of you will be appointed the next emperor!

All of a sudden, the emperor spotted Ling at the back of the room with his emptypot. He ordered his guards to bring him to the front. Ling was terrified. The

emperor knows Ima failure! Maybe he will have me killed!

When Ling got to the front, the Emperor asked his name. Myname is Ling,he

replied. Everyone else was laughing and making fun of him. The emperor asked foreveryonesattention. He looked at Ling, and then announced to the crowd, Behold

your new emperor! His name is Ling!Ling couldntbelieve it. Ling couldntevengrow his seed. How could he be the new emperor? Then the emperor said, One

year ago today, I gave everyone here a seed. I told you to take the seed, plant it,

water it, and bring it back to me today. But I gave you all boiled seeds, which would

not grow. All of you, except Ling, have brought me trees and plants and flowers.When you found that the seed would not grow, you substituted another seed for the


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one I gave you. Ling was the only one with the courage and honesty to bring me apot with my seed in it. Therefore, he is the one who will be the new emperor!

Moral of the StoryIf you plant honesty, you will reap trust. If you plant goodness, you will reap

friends. If you plant humility, you will reap greatness. If you plant perseverance,you will reap victory. If you plant consideration, you will reap harmony. If you planthard work, you will reap success. If you plant forgiveness, you will reap

reconciliation. If you plant openness, you will reap intimacy. If you plant patience,you will reap improvements. If you plant faith, you will reap miracles.

But

If you plant dishonesty, you will reap distrust. If you plant selfishness, you will reap

loneliness. If you plant pride, you will reap destruction. If you plant envy, you willreap trouble. If you plant laziness, you will reap stagnation. If you plant bitterness,

you will reap isolation. If you plant greed, you will reap loss. If you plant gossip,you will reap enemies. If you plant worries, you will reap wrinkles. If you plant sin,

you will reap guilt.* * * *

The Blind Boy

A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a signwhich said: Iam blind, please help.There were only a few coins in the hat.

A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them intothe hat. He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words. He put the

sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy.

That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. Theboy recognized his footsteps and asked, Wereyou the one who changed my sign

this morning? What did you write?

The man said, Ionly wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way.What he had written was: Todayis a beautiful day and I cannot see it.Of course both signs told people the boy was blind. But the first sign simply said the

boy was blind. The second sign told people they were so lucky that they were notblind. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?

Moral of the storyAlways remain grateful to Allah for the bounties that He has showered upon us.Allah says in the Holy Quran:

Itis He, Who has created for you (the sense of) hearing (ears), sight (eyes), and

hearts (understanding). Little thanks you give.(Surah Al-Muminun,23:78)* * * *


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The Pious Man

There lived a pious man all by himself, who spent most of his time praying, fastingand praising Allah. Almost all his waking hours were utilised in meditation and

devotions. He was very happy with his spiritual progress. No wicked thoughts cameto his mind and no evil temptations entered his heart.

One night, he had a disturbing dream. He saw that a shopkeeper in the town was farsuperior to him in spiritual matters and that he must go to him to learn the basics of

true spiritual life.In the morning, the pious man went in search of the shopkeeper. He found him busy

with his customers, selling goods and collecting money with a cheerful face. He satthere in a corner of the shop and watched the shopkeeper carefully. Nosigns of any

spiritual life at all,he said to himself. His dream could not be true. But then he sawthe shopkeeper disappear to say his prayer. When he returned, he was once again

engrossed with money matters.The shopkeeper noticed the pious man sitting in the corner and asked him if he

wished to have something. The pious man replied that he did not want to buy

anything but shared the dream with the shopkeeper.

Well,that is quite simple to explain,said the shopkeeper, butyou will have to dosomething for me before I answer your question.

Iwill do anything for you,replied the pious man.

Allright! Take this saucer; there is some mercury in it. Go to the other end of thestreet and come back fast within half an hour. If the mercury falls out of the saucer,

you will hear nothing from me. There you go now.

The pious man took the saucer and started running. The mercury nearly wobbled outof the saucer. He saved it just in time, and slowed down. Then he realized he had to

return within half an hour, so he started walking briskly again. At long last hereturned exhausted. Hereis your mercury, safe and sound,he told the shopkeeper.

Nowtell me the true interpretation of my dream.The shopkeeper looked at the pious mansweary condition and asked him: Well,

friend, how many times did you remember Allah while you were going from thisend of the street to the other?

RememberAllah!exclaimed the pious man. Idid not remember Him at all. I wasso worried about the mercury in the saucer.

ButI do remember Him all the time,said the shopkeeper. WhenI am doing mybusiness, I am also carrying mercury in a saucer. I am fair, honest and kind to my

customers. I never forget Allah during my dealings with other men.


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Title of Article: Joys, Hard Work, Bitterness of a Teacher

Writer: JOSEPHINE TANAY (Salvacion Elementary School Ragay, Camarines Sur)

Place/Year of Publication: Manila, Philippines/July 2006

Area: TeachersLife

Many educators never dream of becoming teachers. Very few mentors

choose teaching as their career. This introduction catch my attention the most. I

remember when I was enrolling in PNU, the interviewer asked me why I choose

PNU and he laughed at me when I answered My mom asked me to take

education course but I explicated that I fell in love with the teaching profession

as I grew up. Just l ike in this article, the author, Maam Josephine, stated the

reason why she chose to teach despite of all the hard works it brings.

I learned in this article that teachers get incredible joy in seeing the

difference they make as students gain new insights, become more interested in

a subject and learn about themselves. Every day, teachers create the future

through impacting their students views and understandings. Teachers foster

creativity, develop character, give students lenses with which to view the world

and provide students with the skills they need to reach their potential and lead

productive lives. Many individuals are attracted to teaching by a sense of

service, because they want to make a clear, tangible difference in the lives of

others. As a teacher, you see the fruits of your efforts everyday as you use yourintelligence and creativity to help students become excited about and learn

about the science in their lives.

Realizing that theresa great sacrifice that you need to do when you

choose to teach as stated in this article, there are also instances of poor health

among educators. Some endure asthma, tuberculosis, heart ailment, goitre and

even mental illness. Others do not reach retirement period. But this does not

hinder a great teacher to perform her job well because teaching from the start

is her true love.

Even though I succeeded in reaching the high standards I set for myself

during my student teaching, there are areas that I need to improve upon. One

of these areas is becoming a stronger pedagogical expert. I also realized while

reading this article that, for every student you encounter, you will learn

something from them. Whether it be a new teaching strategy or a life lesson,

you never stop learning.


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The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County

ByMark Twain

IN COMPLIANCE WITH the request of a friend of mine, who wrote me from the East,

I called ongood-natured, garrulous old Simon Wheeler, and inquired after my friend's friend,

Leonidas W. Smiley, as requested to do, and I hereunto append the result. I have a

lurking suspicion that Leonidas W. Smiley is a myth; that my friend never knew such

a personage; and that he only conjectured that, if I asked old Wheeler about him, it

would remind him of his infamous Jim Smiley, and he would go to work and bore me

nearly to death with some infernal reminiscence of him as long and tedious as it

should be useless to me. If that was the design, it certainly succeeded.

I found Simon Wheeler dozing comfortably by the bar-room stove of the old,dilapidated tavern in the ancient mining camp of Angel's, and I noticed that he was fat

and bald-headed, and had an expression of winning gentleness and simplicity upon his

tranquil countenance. He roused up and gave me good-day. I told him a friend of mine

had commissioned me to make some inquiries about a cherished companion of his

boyhood named Leonidas W. SmileyRev. Leonidas W. Smiley, a young minister of

the Gospel, who he had heard was at one time a resident of Angel's Camp. I added

that, if Mr. Wheeler could tell me any thing about this Rev. Leonidas W. Smiley, I

would feel under many obligations to him.

Simon Wheeler backed me into a corner and blockaded me there with his chair, and

then sat me down and reeled off the monotonous narrative which follows this

paragraph. He never smiled, he never frowned, he never changed his voice from the

gentle-flowing key to which he tuned the initial sentence, he never betrayed the

slightest suspicion of enthusiasm; but all through the interminable narrative there ran

a vein of impressive earnestness and sincerity, which showed me plainly that, so far

from his imagining that there was any thing ridiculous or funny about his story, he

regarded it as a really important matter, and admired its two heroes as men of

transcendent genius in finesse. To me, the spectacle of a man drifting serenely alongthrough such a queer yarn without ever smiling, was exquisitely absurd. As I said

before, I asked him to tell me what he knew of Rev. Leonidas W. Smiley, and he

replied as follows. I let him go on in his own way, and never interrupted him once:

There was a feller here once by the name of Jim Smiley, in the winter of '49 or maybe

it was the spring of '50

I don't recollect exactly, somehow, though what makes me think it was one or the

other is because I remember the big flume warn't finished when he first came to the

camp; but anyway, he was the curiosest man about always betting on any thing that


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turned up you ever see, if he could get any body to bet on the other side; and

if he couldn't, he'd change sides. Any way that suited the other man would suit him

any way just so's he got a bet, he was satisfied. But still he was lucky, uncommon

lucky; he most always come out winner. He was always ready and laying for a chance;

there couldn't be no solittry thing mentioned but that feller'd offer to bet on it, and take

any side you please, as I was just telling you. If there was a horse-race, you'd find himflush, or you'd find him busted at the end of it; if there was a dog-fight, he'd bet on it;

if there was a cat-fight, he'd bet

on it; if there was a chicken-fight, he'd bet on it; why, if there was two birds setting on

a fence, he would bet you which one would fly first; or if there was a camp-meeting,

he would be there reg'lar, to bet on Parson Walker, which he judged to be the best

exhorter about here, and so he was, too, and a good man. If he even seen a straddle-

bug start to go anywheres, he would bet you how long it would take him to get

wherever he was going to, and if you took him up, he would foller that straddle-bug to

Mexico but what he would find out where he was bound for and how long he was onthe road. Lots of the boys here has seen that Smiley, and can tell you about him. Why,

it never made no difference to himhe would bet on anythingthe dangdest feller.

Parson Walker's wife laid very sick once, for a good while, and it seemed as if they

warn't going to save her; but one morning he come in, and Smiley asked how she was,

and he said she was considerable better thank

the Lord for his inf'nit mercy and coming on so smart that, with the blessing of

Providence, she'd get well yet;

and Smiley, before he thought, says, Well, I'll risk two-and-a-half that she don't,

anyway.

Thish-yer Smiley had a mare; the boys called her the fifteen-minute nag, but that was

only in fun, you know, because, of course, she was faster than that, and he used to win

money on that horse, for all she was so slow and always had the asthma, or the

distemper, or the consumption, or something of that kind. They used to give her two

or three hundred yards start, and then pass her under way; but always at the fag-end of

the race she'd get excited and desperate-like, and come cavorting and straddling up,

and scattering her legs around limber, sometimes in the air, and sometimes out to one

side amongst the fences, and kicking up m-o-r-e dust, and raising m-o-r-e racket withher coughing and sneezing and blowing her nose and always fetch up at the stand just

about a neck ahead, as near as you could cipher it down.

And he had a little small bull pup, that to look at him you'd think he warn't worth a

cent, but to set around and look ornery, and lay for a chance to steal something. But

as soon as money was up on him, he was a different dog; his underjaw'd begin to

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and his teeth would uncover, and shine savage like the furnaces. And a dog might

tackle him, and bully-rag him, and bite him, and throw him over his shoulder two or

three times, and Andrew Jacksonwhich was the name of the pupAndrew Jackson

would never let on but what he was satisfied, and hadn't expected nothing else and

the bets being doubled and doubled on the other side all the time, till the money was

all up; and then all of a sudden he would grab that other dog jest by the j'int of hishind leg and freeze on it, not chew, you understand, but only jest grip and hang on till

they throwed up the sponge, if it was a year. Smiley always come out winner on that

pup, till he harnessed a dog once that didn't have no hind legs, because they'd been

sawed off by a circular saw, and when the thing had gone along far enough, and the

money was all up, and he come to make a snatch for his pet holt, he saw in a minute

how he'd been imposed on, and how the other dog had him in the door, so to speak,

and he 'peered sur-prised, and then he looked sorter discouraged-like, and didn't try

no more to win the fight, and so he got shucked out bad. He give Smiley a look, as

much as to say his heart was broke, and it was his fault, for putting up a dog thathadn't no hind legs for him to take bolt of, which was his main dependence in a fight,

and then he limped off a piece and laid down and died. It was a

good pup, was that Andrew Jackson, and would have made a name for hisself if he'd

lived, for the stuff was in him, and he had geniusI know it, because he hadn't had no

opportunities to speak of, and it don't stand to reason that a dog could make such a

fight as he could under them circumstances, if he hadn't no talent. It always makes me

feel sorry when I think of that last fight of his'n, and the way it turned out.

Well, thish-yer Smiley had rat-tarriers, and chicken cocks, and tom-cats, and all ofthem kind of things, till you couldn't rest, and you couldn't fetch nothing for him to

bet on but he'd match you. He ketched a frog one day, and took him home, and said

he cal'klated to edercate him; and so he never done nothing for three months but set

in his back yard and learn that frog to jump. And you bet you he did learn him, too.

He'd give him a little punch behind, and the next minute you'd see that frog whirling

in the air like a doughnut, see him turn one summerset, or maybe a couple, if he got a

good start, and come down flat-footed and all right, like a cat. He got him up so in the

matter of catching flies, and kept him in practice so constant, that he'd nail a fly every

time as far as he could see him. Smiley said all a frog wanted was education, and hecould do most any

thing and I believe him. Why, I've seen him set Dan'l Webster down here on this floor

(Dan'l Webster was the name of the frog) and sing out, Flies, Dan'l, flies! and

quicker'n you could wink, he'd spring straight up,

and snake a fly off'n the counter there, and flop down on the floor again as solid as a

gob of mud, and fall to scratching the side of his head with his hind foot as indifferent

as if he hadn't no idea he'd been doin' any more'n any frog might do. You never see a

frog so modest and straightforward as he was, for all he was so gifted. And when it


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come to fair and square jumping on a dead level, he could get over more ground at

one straddle than any animal of his breed you ever see. Jumping on a dead level was

his strong suit, you understand; and when it come to that, Smiley would ante up

money on him as long as he had a red. Smiley was monstrous proud of his frog, and

well he might be, for fellers that had traveled and been everywheres, all said he laid

over any frog that ever they see.

Well, Smiley kept the beast in a little lattice box, and he used to fetch him down town

sometimes and lay for a bet. One day a fellera stranger in the camphe was come

across him with his box, and says:

What might it be that you've got in the box?

And Smiley says, sorter indifferent like, It might be a parrot, or it might be a

canary, may be, but it an't; it's only just a frog.

And the feller took it, and looked at it careful, and turned it round this way and that,

and says, H'm so 'tis. Well, what's he good for?

Well, Smiley says, easy and careless, He's good enough for one thing, I should

judge he can outjump any frog in Calaveras County.

The feller took the box again, and took another long, particular look, and give it

back to Smiley, and says, very deliberate, Well, I don't see no p'ints about that

frog that's any better'n any other frog.

Maybe you don't, Smiley says. Maybe you understand frogs, and maybe you don't

understand 'em; maybe you've had experience, and maybe you ain't only a amature, as

it were. Anyways, I've got my opinion, and I'll risk forty dollars that he can outjump

any frog in Calaveras county.

And the feller studied a minute, and then says, kinder sad like, Well, I'm only a

stranger here, and I ain't got no frog; but if I had a frog, I'd bet you.

\And then Smiley says, That's all rightthat's all right; if you'll hold my box aminute, I'll go and get you a frog. And so the feller took the box, and put up his

forty dollars along with Smiley's, and set down to wait.

So he set there a good while thinking and thinking to hisself, and then he got the frog

out and prized his mouth open and took a tea- spoon and filled him full of quail shot,

filled him pretty near up to his chin and set him on the floor. Smiley he went to the

swamp and slopped around in the mud for a long time, and finally he ketched

a frog, and fetched him in, and give him to this feller, and says:


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Now, if you're ready, set him alongside of Dan'l, with his fore-paws just even with

Dan'l, and I'll give the word. Then he says, One, two, three, jump! and him and the

feller touched up the frogs from behind, and the new frog hopped off, but Dan'l give a

heave, and hysted up his shoulders so like a Frenchman, but it warn't no use he

couldn't budge; he was planted as solid as an anvil, and he couldn't no more stir than if

he was anchored out. Smiley was a good deal surprised, and he was disgusted too, buthe didn't have no idea what the matter was, of course.

The feller took the money and started away; and when he was going out at the door, he

sorter jerked his thumb over his shoulders this way at Dan'l, and says again, very

deliberate, Well, I don't see no p'ints about that

frog that's any better'n any other frog.

Smiley he stood scratching his head and looking down at Dan'l a long time, and at

last he says, I do wonder what in the nation that frog throw'd off for; I wonder ifthere ain't something the matter with him he 'pears to look mighty baggy, somehow.

And he ketched Dan'l by the nap of the neck, and lifted him up and says, Why,

blame my cats, if he don't weigh five pound! and turned him upside down, and he

belched out a double handful of shot. And then he see how it was, and he was the

maddest man he set the frog down and took out after that feller, but he never ketched

him. And

[Here Simon Wheeler heard his name called from the front yard, and got up to see

what was wanted.] And turning to me as he moved away, he said: Just set whereyou are, stranger, and rest easy I ain't going to be gone a second.

But, by your leave, I did not think that a continuation of the history of the

enterprising vagabond Jim Smiley would be likely to afford me much information

concerning the Rev. Leonidas W. Smiley, and so I started away.

At the door I met the sociable Wheeler returning, and he button- holed me and

recommenced:

Well, thish-yer Smiley had a yeller one-eyed cow that didn't have no tail, onlyjest a short stump like a bannanner, and

Oh! hang Smiley and his afflicted cow! I muttered, good-naturedly, and

bidding the old gentleman good-day, I departed.


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PROVERBS

Not cheap without reason, nor dear without value.

Afghan Proverb

If you have not been to two different bazaars,

then you do not know what the best value is.African Proverb

A diamond doesntlose its value due to lack of

admiration.

African Proverb

We never know the worth of water tilthe well is dry.

English Proverb

Thereslittle value in the single cow.

Irish Proverb

To know that candles are expensiveis of no value to the blind man.

Russian proverb

Whoever rides into the flood,

either does not own the animal or doesntvalue it.

Sicilian Proverb


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That which is cheap is dear.

Spanish Proverb

Better a diamond with a flaw than a pebble without.Confucius

(c.551 BCc.479 BC, Chinese teacher, editor,

politician and philosopher)

Haggling over every ounce in purchasing

may not reduce onescost of capital.Tao Zhu Gong

(c.500 BC, Assistant to the Emperor of Yue, 9th

Business Principle)

A person is born with a liking for profit.

Xunzi

(c.312 BC-c.230 BC, Chinese Confucian

philosopher)

Riches get their value from the mind of the

possessor;

they are blessings to those who know how to use

them,

and curses to those who do not.

Terence

(c.170160 BC, playwright of the Roman

Republic)

Men do not value a good deedunless it brings a reward.

Ovid

(43 BC-18 AD, Roman Poet)


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Education Quotations

Education make a people easy to lead, but difficult to drive: easy

to govern, but impossible to enslave.

Peter Brougham

Education is not the filling of a pail,

but the lighting of a fire.

Wiliam Butler Yeats

Tell me and I'll forget. Show me, and I may not remember.Involve me, and I'll understand.

Native American Saying

What we learn with pleasure we never forget.

Alfred Mercier

Education is simply the soul of a society as it passes from onegeneration to another.

G. K. Chesterson

Instruction ends in the school-room, but education ends only withlife.

Frederick W.Robertson

It is in fact a part of the function of education to help us

escape, not from our own time -- for we are bound by that -- but from the intellectual and emotional limitations of our

time.

T.S. Eliot


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Whatever is good to know is difficult to learn.

Greek Proverb

What sculpture is to a block of marble, education is to the

human soul.

Joseph Addison

Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without

losing your temper or your self-confidence.

Robert Frost

What we have learned from others becomes our own

reflection.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

The best and most important part of every man's education

is that which he gives himself.

Edward Gibbon

Education is the key to unlock the golden door of freedom.

George Washington Carver

If a nation expects to be ignorant and free, in a state of

civilization, it expects what never was and will never be.

Thomas Jefferson


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It is a greater work to educate a child, in the true and

larger sense of the word, than to rule a state.

William Ellery Channing

Learning is the only thing the mind never exhausts, never

fears, and never regrets.

Leonardo da Vinci

Education is more than a luxury; it is a responsibility that

society owes to itself.

Robin Cook

Let us never be betrayed into saying we have finished our

education; because that would mean we had stoppedgrowing.

Julia H. Gulliver

Character is a wish for a perfect education.

Novalis

The fruit of liberal education is not learning, but the

capacity and desire to learn, not knowledge, but power.

Charles W. Eliot

The ultimate goal of the educational system is to shift to

the individual the burden of pursuing his education.

John W. Gardner


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Intelligence plus character--that is the goal of true

education.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

I am still learning.

Michelangelo

Next in importance to freedom and justice is popular

education, without which which neither freedom nor justice

can be maintained.

James A. Garfield

Emeralds as well as glass will shine when the light is shed

on them.

Japanese Saying

Education, like the mass of our age's inventions, is after

all, only a tool; everything depends upon the workman who

uses it

The Simple Life

Learning is like rowing upstream:

not to advance is to drop back.

Chinese Saying

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J.P Richter

Education should consist of a series of enchantments, eachraising the individual to a higher level of awareness,

understanding, and kinship with all living things.

Author Unknown

When asked how much educated men were superior to

those uneducated, Aristotle answered, 'As much as theliving are to the dead.'

Diogenes Laetius

Upon the education of the people of this country, the fate of

this country depends.

Benjamin Disraeli

Education is the best provision for old age.

Aristotle

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Moral Dilemmas

The Pregnant Lady and The Dynamite

A pregnant woman leading a group of five people out of a cave on a

coast is stuck in the mouth of that cave. In a short time high tide

will be upon them, and unless she is unstuck, they will all be

drowned except the woman, whose head is out of the cave.

Fortunately, (or unfortunately,) someone has with him a stick of

dynamite. There seems no way to get the pregnant woman loose

without using the dynamite which will inevitably kill her; but if they

do not use it everyone else will drown.

What should they do?

The Drowning Children

You and your family are going away for the weekend. Your daughter

is 7 and is best friends with your niece, who is also 7. Your families

are very close and your daughter asks if your niece can come with

you on your holiday. You have been on holidays together before and

dont see any problem, so you agree.

You arrive at your holiday destination and the house you are

staying at backs onto a beach. The girls ask if they can go for a

swim. You tell them that they have to wait until you have unpacked

the car, but they can play on the sand directly in front of the beach.They run down to the sand, and you begin to unpack the car. After

about 5 minutes, you hear screaming coming from the direction of

the beach and it sounds like the girls.

You run down to see what the matter is, and you discover that they

hadnt listened to you and have gone for a swim.There is no one

else on the beach and the girls are caught in a rip tide.

The girls are really struggling, particularly your niece who isnt asstrong a swimmer as your daughter is. You swim out quickly, but

when you get there, you realize that there is no way you will be able

to get both the girls back to the shore on your own.


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You need to decide which of the girls you will rescue first, you have

enough strength and energy to rescue them both, but you can only

do it one at a time. You look at the two girls, and your niece is really

struggling to hold her head above water and you know if you take

your daughter back first, there will be little or no chance that shewill survive.

Your daughter is struggling also, but is much stronger in the water

and you estimate that if you take your niece back to shore first,

theres probably a 50% chance that your daughter will be able to

stay afloat long enough for you return, but you simply dont know

how long she will hold on for.

Who should you save first?

The Bali Drugs Charge

You are on holiday in Bali with your wife and 18 year old son. You

have been there for a week and are ready to head home. All three of

you are at the airport getting ready to board your plane, when an

armed officer comes around with a sniffer dog. You have all yourbags on a trolley, and the dog sniffs at both your wife and your bag,

and passes over them, however when he gets to your sons bag, he

begins to get a bit more active.

You look over at your son and hes looking a little nervous. You

know hes smoked a little marijuana in his time, but generally, hes

a good kid, and you certainly didnt think hed actually be stupid

enough to bring it back on the plane with him. At first you feel

angry that he would do such a thing and start planning yourresponsibility lecture, but then you realize that you are in Bali, and

they have a zero tolerance policy on drugs, meaning your son could

be jailed for life, or worse, executed, if he does have some illicit

materials in his bag.

You look at your wife and realize she has come to the same

conclusion and has gone pale with fear.

The armed officer accompanying the dog is beginning to look morestern with every sniff the dog takes and looks directly at you and

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You do, and as the officer begins to take things out of the bag, you

see to your horror that there is a small quantity of marijuana

stashed in with your sons belongings.

The officer looks at you and asks Whose bag is this?You realize you have to answer, but the answer wont be easy. You

see your wife in the corner of your eye, and she is about to step

forward and claim it as her own.

What should you do?


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BULLYING IN PHILIPPINE SCHOOLS

by Lauren

Updated May 17 , 2012- I recently appeared on Talkbackwith Tina Palma on Bullying. This is my updated post on

Bullying in Philippine Schools and added the latest

Department of Education policy on bullying.

This is a guest post by my daughter, Lauren. Ive always

wanted to tackle the topic of bullying for a long time now

since I was so problematic about it during Laurens earlyyears at school. The harrowing effects of bullying are best

illustrated by the victim. In this case, Lauren tells her

story.

I attended a private, all-girl schools from elementary up

until high school and I can tell you those were far from

the best years of my life. I dont know if its really in mynature to be shy and socially awkward or if my experiences

in school turned me into that kind of person. One thing I

do know is that a lot of the insecurities I have about myself

is rooted in the fact that I got bullied a lot during my early

elementary school years.

I can never forget my first bully. Her name is Kathleen andher family owned the school bus service I rode to school

and back during my elementary years. We were both in

grade one and for some strange reason, she took an instant

dislike to me. I have no idea whyIve always been a quiet

sort of kid who always stood out of other peoples way and I

cant remember doing or saying anything that would make

her hate me. But hate me she did. She never beat me up oranythingoh no, girls are way more subtle and cruel than

that. She had her own circle of friends and was somehow

able to convince them to hate me as well, Going to school

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a ritual I always dreaded. I got stuck in the worst seat,

never got snacks passed my way, and pretty much had to

beg the other girls to let me join their games whenever wed

get stuck in traffic.

There were many others after Kathleen the girls who

made fun of me for spending my lunch hours reading in

the library, the girls who decided that I had a crush on this

other girl and humiliated me about it every chance they

got, even a teacher who spent an entire homeroom period

picking on me because I got bored one day and felt likepassing a survey in class asking if anyone else hates math

as much as I do. Im pretty sure there was more but I must

have buried those memories in my subconscious

somewhere. I do know that my grades went down

drastically, I took to daydreaming and paying little or no

attention in class, and wrote my mom a lot of notes about

the terrable days I would have in school.

One of the many notes Lauren would write me from school.

Things didnt get any better for me when I attended high

school. I moved to a different school and made the mistake

of speaking to my new classmates in English on the first

day. For that reason, or whatever other reason, they

decided I was weird and I spent the next four years trying

and failing to fit in.

I know that my experiences as a bully victim dont sound

particularly traumatizing, but you dont have to get beat up

in the playground to develop emotional scars that stay with

you for the rest of your lifeespecially when the damage is

psychological, which is what female bullying is about.

Think about it. Youre a little kid, and all you really want is

to make friends with the kids you go to school with

everyday. Then you find out that not only do your

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see the drastic drop starting third grade till I pulled her out

of that school in Grade 6. Though intelligent, she was not

motivated enough to score high in her tests until she

attended college. Only then did Lauren blossom, away fromthe ravages of shallow high school classmates and their

bullying antics.

During her elementary years, I was helpless against the

bullying that victimized my sweet and gentle daughter in

her School. I talked to the schools guidance counselor and

all she could tell me is that Lauren had to learn to livewith these bullies. Moving schools was an option but

where? Anti-bullying campaign in Philippine Schools was

not yet in place in the mid-nineties and even today.

Good news to parents. Be aware . There is now a

Department of Education policy to protect children from

bullying. A Child Protection Committee (CPC) will be

established in all private and public elementary and

secondary schools. The committee will be composed of

school officials, teachers, parents, students, and a

community representative.


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I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I left the restaurant industry

to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him

when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.

Several years later, I heard that Jerry did something you are never

supposed to do in a restaurant business: he left the back door open one

morning and was held up at gunpoint by three armed robbers.

While trying to open the safe, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped

off the combination. The robbers panicked and shot him. Luckily, Jerry was

found relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma center. After 18

hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released from the

hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his body.

I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he

was, he replied, "If I were any better, Id be twins. Wanna see my scars?".

I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what done through his mind

as the robbery took place. "The first thing that went through my mind wasthat I should have locked the back door", Jerry replied, "Then, as I lay on

the floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live, or I

could choose to die, I chose to live"

Werent you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked

Jerry continued, "The doctors were great. They kept telling me I was going

to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the emergency room and I saw

the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared.

In their eyes, I read, Hes a dead man, I know I needed to take action".

"What did you do? " I asked

" Well, there was a big, burly nurse shouting questions at me," said Jerry.

She asked if I was allergic to anything. Yes, I replied. The doctors andnurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath

and yelled, Bullets!" Over their laughter, I told them, "I am choosing to

live, Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead".


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Jerry lived thanks to the skills of his doctors, but also because of his

amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to

live fully. Attitude, after all, is everything.

Values in Conflict

To protect his future access to news sources who will speak only on

condition of anonymity, a journalist refuses to reveal the identity of a

confidential informant on a court case. A lawyer argues that her client's

right to due process will be breached unless the source is revealed.

This clash is only one example of the many times values come intoconflict in our society. How do we determine which course of action is

in the common good?

In this Issues in Ethics, we look at that question, beginning with

"Thinking Ethically: Beyond Professional Codes," a dialogue between a

communications scholar, a lawyer, and a philosophy professor. Taking

off from the Center-sponsored conference "Courts and the Mass Media:

The Ethical Issues," the dialogue explores the relationship between

occupational ethics and the common good.

Expanding on these questions is the keynote address from that

conference, "Impartial Jurors, Impartial Juries," by Newton N. Minow,

former chair of the Federal Communications Commission.

Journalistic ethics and social responsibility are the focus of "The Case of

Henry's Publick House," which asks readers to reflect on an incident

where TV reporters revealed the location of police SWAT teams while a

deranged man watched the coverage as he was holding 33 hostages

inside a bar.

"Who Gets Seen?" examines the conflicting values that might inform

public policy on access to health care. Using cancer services as a model,

the article discusses how to balance justice and social utility. And an

article on e-mail offers guidelines on resolving the ethical issues that

have arisen from our addiction to this new medium.

As we explore these conflicting values, we might bear in mind someadvice Minow offers in his remarks: "We've got to get beyond talking

about whether we have a right to do something and, in the words of

Supreme Court Justice Potter Stewart, ask whether it is the right thing to

do."


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TABLE OF CONTENTS

I.

TITLE PAGE

II. VALUES

III. BIOGRAPHIES

IV. STORIES

V. PARABLES

VI. ESSAYS

VII. ARTICLES

VIII. CLASSICS

IX. NEWSPAPERS

X. PROVERBS

XI. QUOTATIONS

XII. VALUE/MORAL DILEMMA

XIII. SCHOOL INCIDENCE

XIV. ANECDOTE

XV. CONFLICT


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Alfelor Sr. Memorial College

Del Gallego, Camarines Sur

In Partial fulfillment of the requirements in Value Ed.

BY:

ROCHIEL L. OREA

Student

TO:

MACARIA C. EVANGELISTA

COMPILATION

IN

VALUES EDUCATION

Personhood

Development)


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Instructor

Alfelor Sr. Memorial College

Del Gallego, Camarines Sur

Presented to

MRS. MACARIA C. EVANGELISTA

Faculty

In Partial Fulfillment for the Course

Teaching Professional

By:


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1stSemester 2014

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