Isa sa mga paratang ng mga mananakop na Espanyol sa mga katutubong Pilipino noon ay ang pagiging tamad. Dahil dito, isinulat ni Dr. Jose Rizal ang isang aklat na may pamagat na La Indolencia de los Filipinos para sagutin ang paratang na ito. Inamin ni Rizal na maaaring may suliranin nga ng pagiging tamad sa mga Pilipino. Gayunman, idiniin niya na ito ay sanhi ng ilang mga kadahilanan. Ayon kay Rizal, ito ay epekto ng klima at kawalan ng kaayusang panlipunan sa Pilipinas. Ipinagtanggol ng pambansang bayani ang mga Pilipino sa pagsasabing hindi likas na tamad ang kanyang mga kalahi sapagkat bago pa dumating ang mga Espanyol, nakikibahagi na ang mga Pilipino sa mga gawaing pangkabuhayan tulad ng agrikultura at kalakalan.
Sinabi ni Rizal nanag- uugat ang sinasabing pagiging tamad ng mga Pilipino dahil sa pagtatangi, pang- aabuso, laganap na katiwalian, kawalang pagkilos ng pamahalaan, maling dokrina ng Simbahan at masamang halimbawa ng mga Espanyol. Para kay Rizal, ang pagiging tamad ng mga Pilipino ay dahil sa kawalan ng edukasyon at pagkakaisa nng mga katutubo. Naniniwala si Rizal na ang edukasyon at kalayaan ang lunas sa suliraning ito ng mga Pilipino. Sa ngayon, napatunayan ang pagiging masipag ng mga Pilipino dahil sa mahigit 11 milyong overseas Filipino workers (OFWs) na nagtatrabaho sa iba’t ibang bansa sa daigdig. Isa ang mga Pilipino sa mga pinakagustong manggagawa dahil sa kanilang katangian ng pagiging masipag. Ayon sa Bangko Sentral ng Pilipinas, umabot sa $14.7 bilyon ang naipadalang salapi ng mga OFW sa Pilipinas noong 2007. Dahil ditto, ang masisipag na Pilipinong ito ay isang magalagang bahagi ng ekonomiya ng bansa.
Madami ngayon ang Namamatay dahil sa kahirapan. Una dahil sa kakulangan na rin sa nutrisyon. Pangalawa dahil na rin sa ating kapaligiran.at pangatlo May ibang tao na purket mahirap ang isang tao pwede na natin silang apihin o kaya naman ay gawing alipin.Ang dapat nating gawin upang malutas ang mga suliraning ito ay maging mulat tayo sa mga bagay bagay at tumulong tayo sa ating kapwa.pwede rin na humingi tayo ng tulong sa ating pamahalaan para sila ay matulungan. para kapag nangyari yun wala ng mamatay sa kahirapan at sa kakulangan ng pagkain.yun ay kung pagbibigyan ito ng pansin ng pamahalaan..
Kahalagan ng Agham Ang Science ay may kahalagahan sa kabataan at ito ay napupulot sa mga at Museum katulad ng Science Entertainment. Ito ay nag-bibigay saya sa maraming tao. Ito ay nagbibigay ng kaalaman sa maraming tao tungkol sa Agham. Ito ay diwa ng kaalaman. Nagbiibigay saya Marami ring itong kahalagahan sa kabataan. Sa pamamagitan nito maraming kabataan ang magigiliw sa agham. Sa mga aklat mabibigay natin ang lhat ng impormasyon. Nasaksihan natin ang parte ng ating katawan. Ito nakakatulong sa pang araw-araw nating pamumuhay.
Maraming mga programang pang edukasyon tulad ng Sineskwela. Maraming matututuhan tungkol sa picture motion at cartooning. Sa picture motion marami kang magagawa tulad pagpapalipad ng iyong sarili at pagpapasayaw ng mga pictures. Sa cartooning ay marami kag magagawa tulad ng pag-iiba ng boses ng isang character at pagpapagalay ng isang character. Merong iba’t-ibang gadyet tulad ng gravity mirror , ito ay ginagamit noong unang panahon sa pagawa ng pelikula. Meron ding plasma ball, ito ay isang representasyon sa pag flow ng elekticity sa isang insulator. Merong Sound drum, ito ay mga drums na may iba’t-ibang tunog dahil magkakaiba sila ng volume. Sa kabuuan mahalaga at nakakatuwa ang agham dahil ito ay nakakapag papagihawa at hinuhubog ang kaisipan ng isang tao.
Conflict: to abandoning all the aged people Climax: At last, they reach the summit. The weary and heartsick youth gently released his old mother. Before he live his mother, the old woman told his son about the mark of the pile of twigs that will guide him to the way home. At that point, the farmer realizes that whatever happens he should not left his mother alone. So he decided that both of them will go home and will die together Conclusion: He called the people together and did as she said and when the blaze and died, behond upon the stones with every twist and fibre showing perfectly. lay a rope of whit head ashepr Long, long ago there lived at the foot of the mountain a poor farmer and his aged, widowed mother. They owned a bit of land which supplied them with food, and their humble were peaceful andhappy.
Shining was governed by a despotic leader who though a warrior, had a great and cowardly shrinking from anything suggestive of failing health and strength. This caused him to send out a cruel proclamation. The entire province was given strict orders to immediately put to death all aged people. Those were barbarous days, and the custom of abandoning old people to die was not common. The poor farmer loved his aged mother with tender reverence, and the order filled his heart with sorrow. But no one ever thought a second time about obeying the mandate of the governor, so with many deep hopeless sighs, the youth prepared for what at that time was considered the kindest mode of death. Just at sundown, when his day’s work was ended, he took a quantity of unwhitened rice which is principal food for poor, cooked and dried it, and tying it in a square cloth, swung and bundle around his neck along with a gourd filled with cool, sweet water.
Then he lifted his helpless old mother to his back and stated on his painful journey up the mountain. The road was long and steep; then arrowed road was crossed and recrossed by many paths made by the hunters and woodcutters. In some place, they mingled in a confused puzzled, but he gave no heed. One path or another, it mattered not. On he went, climbing blindly upward Â– ever upward towards the high bare summit of what is known as Obatsuyama, the mountain of the “abandoning of aged”. The eyes of the old mother were not so dim but that they noted the reckless hastening from one path to another, and her loving heart grew anxious.
Her son did not know the mountain’s many paths and his return might be one of danger, so she stretched forth her hand and snapping the twigs from brushes as they passed, she quietly dropped a handful every few steps of the way so that they climbed, the narrow path behind them was dotted at frequently intervals with tiny piles of twigs. At last the summit was reached. Weary and heart sick, the youth gently released his burden and silently prepared a place of comfort as his last duty to the loved one. Gathering fallen pine needle, he made a soft cushion and tenderly lifting his old mother therein, he wrapped her padded coat more closely about the stooping shoulders and with tearful eyes and an aching heart said farewell. The trembling mother’s voice was full of unselfish love as she gave her last injunction. “Let notthine eyes be blinded, my son. A” She said. “The mountain road is full of dangers. LOOK carefully and follow the path which holds the piles of twigs. They will guide you to the familiar way fartherdown”.
The son’s surprised eyes looked back over the path, then at the poor old, shriveled hands all scratched and soiled by their work of love. His heart smote him and bowing to the grounds, he cried aloud: “oh, Honorable mother, thy kindness thrusts my heart! I will not leave thee. Together we will follow the path of twigs, and together we will die!”Once more he shouldered his burden (how light it seemed no) and hastened down the path,through the shadows and the moonlight, to the little hut in the valley.
Beneath the kitchen floor was a walled closet for food, which was covered and hidden from view. There the son his mother,supplying her with everything needful and continually watching and fearing. Time passed, and he was beginning to feel safe when again the governor sent forth heralds bearing an unreasonable order, seemingly as a boast of his power. His demand was that his subject should present him with a rope of ashes. The entire province trembled with dread. The order must be obeyed yet who in all shining could make a rope of ashes?One night, in great distress, the son whispered the news to his hidden mother. “Wait!” she said. “Iwill think.
I will think” On the second day she told him what to do. “Make rope twisted straw,” she said. “Then stretch it upon a row of flat stones and burn it there on the windless night. ” He called the people together and did as she said and when the blaze and died, behold upon the stones with every twist and fiber showing perfectly. Lay a rope of whithead ashes. The governor was pleased at the wit of the youth and praised greatly, but he demanded to know where he had obtained his wisdom. “Alas! Alas!” cried the farmer, “the truth must be told!” andwith deep bows he related his story.
The governor listened and then meditated in silence. Finally he lifted his head. “Shining needs more than strength of youth, ” he said gravely. “Ah, that I should have forgotten the well-know saying, “with the crown of snow, there cometh a wisdom!” That very hour the cruel law was abolished, and custom drifted into as far a past that only legends remain.