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since I have a blank canvass (empty forum)....here's something sappy...
One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other
students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers. That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much." were most of the comments. No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on. Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin. As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot." After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. "We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it." Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him. "Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it." All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home." Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album." "I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary." Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued:"I think we all saved our lists." That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
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This is a great story.
And a great insight into the kind of things that make truly special teachers truly special.
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awww! *bawl*
That is a great story! I had a wonderful sixth grade teacher who would draw a name out of a hat once a week and everyone in the class had to write something nice about that person on a slip of paper and give it to them. By the end of the year we all had our turn. I didn't keep my slips of paper but I'll never forget that teacher.
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I can't believe I missed this ! Great story. So here is my sappy yet amusing story. While in the 5th grade, my P.E. coach did something I will never forget. The first day of school after P.E., he brought us back inside and we all lined up in the hall at the water fountain to get a drink. I was thirsty, but dreaded my turn, because I knew that I was not tall enough to reach the fountain. My turn came and I nervously approached the fountain. As I stood on tip toe with all my might, I still could not reach. I know I was turning red, I was the only one in my class who couldn't. I felt a light nudge on the top of my foot. I looked down and my coach had put his foot in front of the fountain for me to stand on. I looked up and he gave me a quick little wink. No words were exchanged verbally, but his actions were priceless to me. This was done every day the rest of the year. My 7th grade year I sat in line for roll call with the rest of the class and waited for the other two coaches to come out. I was still the "runt" and hated P.E. for many obvious reasons. Imagine my relief to see Coach T walk into the gym ! He pushed me me very hard, but always found a way to show me it didn't matter that I was little. As he put it ; my twin and I both proved that "short legs can move fast !"
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Hmmm...would it make me appear less manly if I said that little stories like this, and the original one above, always really touch my heart in a soft way?
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Tops who have a heart are the most manly in my book !
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That was lovely! Thank you for sharing!
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Amber, you can step on my foot anytime you want.
I have to warn you though....... when you do, my mouth will probably open. |
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