Too Busy for a Friend...

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Here is a good story worth sharing....Too Busy for a Friend...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 Vietnam

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. The

density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will

end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late. Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own. May Your Day Be Blessed As Special As You(Author Unknown)

[Guest guest]

om sai ram

" sai ram for sharing such an emotional story with us "

'sai bless u'

sai ram

--- Adeline Teh <adeline_108 wrote:

 

> Here is a good story worth sharing....

>

>

>

>

>

> Too Busy for a Friend...

>

> 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 Vietnam

> 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.

>

>

>

> The

> density of people in society is so thick that we

> forget that life will

> end one day. And we don't know when that one day

> will be.

>

> So please, tell the people you love and care for,

> that they are special and important. Tell them,

> before it is too late.

>

>

>

> Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into

> the lives of others comes back into your own.

>

> May Your Day Be Blessed As Special As You

(Author Unknown)

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

>

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