A Wonderful Story

[Guest guest]

Here is a wonderful and famous story that I would like to share with you today.

Stories like this, always have a way of putting the right perspective on life.

Here it is.

 

Jean Thompson stood in front of her fifth-grade class on the very first day of

school in the fall and told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked

at her pupils and said that she loved them all the same, that she would treat

them all alike. And that was impossible because there in front of her, slumped

in his seat on the third row, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

 

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed he didn't play well

with the other children, that his clothes were unkept and that he constantly

needed a bath. And Teddy was unpleasant.

 

It got to the point during the first few months that she would actually take

delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then

marking the F at the top of the paper biggest of all. Because Teddy was a sullen

little boy, no one else seemed to enjoy him, either.

 

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each

child's records and put Teddy's off until last. When she opened his file, she

was in for a surprise. His first-grade teacher wrote, " Teddy is a bright,

inquisitive child with a ready laugh. " " He does his work neatly and has good

manners...he is a joy to be around. "

 

His second-grade teacher wrote, " Teddy is an excellent student well-liked by his

classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and

life at home must be a struggle. "

 

His third-grade teacher wrote, " Teddy continues to work hard but his mother's

death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn't show

much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't

taken. "

 

Teddy's fourth-grade teacher wrote, " Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much

interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class.

He is tardy and could become a problem. "

 

By now Mrs. Thompson realized the problem, but Christmas was coming fast. It was

all she could do, with the school play and all, until the day before the

holidays began and she was suddenly forced to focus on Teddy Stoddard.

 

Her children brought her presents, all in beautiful ribbon and bright paper,

except for Teddy's, which was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper of a

scissored grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the

other presents.

 

Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with

some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of cologne.

She stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet

was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume behind the other wrist.

Teddy Stoddard stayed behind just long enough to say, " Mrs. Thompson, today you

smelled just like my mom used to. "

 

After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she

quit teaching reading, writing, and speaking. Instead, she began to teach

children. Jean Thompson paid particular attention to one they all called

" Teddy. "

 

As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged

him, the faster he responded. On days where there would be an important test,

Mrs. Thompson would remember that cologne. By the end of the year he had become

one of the smartest children in the class and...well, he had also become the

" pet " of the teacher who had once vowed to love all of her children exactly the

same.

 

A year later she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that of

all the teachers he'd had in elementary school, she was his favorite. Six years

went by before she got another note from Teddy.

 

He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was

still his favorite teacher of all time.

 

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been

tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would graduate

from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson she was still

his favorite teacher.

 

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained

that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The

letter explained that she was still his favorite teacher, but that now his name

was a little longer. The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D.

 

The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that Spring.

Teddy said he'd met this girl and was to be married. He explained that his

father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering...well, if Mrs.

Thompson might agree to sit in the pew usually reserved for the mother of the

groom. And guess what, she wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones

missing. And I bet on that special day, Jean Thompson smelled just like...well,

just like the way Teddy remembered his mother smelling on their last Christmas

together.

 

THE MORAL: You never can tell what type of impact you may make on another's life

by your actions or lack of action. Consider this fact in your venture thru life.