My driver Everyday I get up early to prepare for work. I go out from my house around 6 Am, the driver comes and pick up me and I hate to be late from work. But something unusual happened this morning, while I was in the car with the driver he parked the car and got out from it. Truly speaking I got angry because I hate to be late from work, I frowned my face saying this man should be mad how on earth he leaves me inside the car and go. Then I got down my window I saw him buying a news paper. I said oh lord he knows how to read. Normally most of my society don't read or write, they're oral society. So I excused him and said to myself you have to respect him because he wants to read. I love reading and writing in any language I know, even though my writing skill is not that much good. My colleagues love my Facebook statuses and they say I write simple and good English, but I don't feel secure, I keep saying there's something missing in my writing and I don't know what is that thing. For my love to read and write I excused my driver this morning because I love people who reads and writes, and I read with him the news paper he bought.