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Re: KidCast#8 Entry - What is Life's most valuable treasure


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Posted by Debbie Schiller on July 20, 19100 at 21:53:12:

In Reply to: Re: KidCast#8 Entry - What is Life's most valuable treasure posted by CCFWD: submitted by Bill Renew on March 16, 1999 at 00:23:46:

: While not officially a KidCast Submission...the following message has one of the best suggestions for making this a better world. We hope you enjoy it!

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>From: BRenew@aol.com
>Subject: Story

>Here is one of those good stories.


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 in 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 unkempt 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-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 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 Teddy's fourth-grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and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 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 Rhine stones 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 through life. Time is of little essence, when
>>> Life continues on, take Time to remember the little things the
>>> little things mean the most and Life falls into place.
>>>
>>> Yesterday is History
>>> Tomorrow is a Mystery
>>> Today is a Gift
>>> That's why they call it the PRESENT
>>>
>>> Read the story and pass on to the next person(s). Hopefully, the
>>> story will touch each of you, as it has me. Some say that we are
>>> passing around "fluffy" inspirational messages, but I truly hope
>>> that this is what one would call A "SOLID" MESSAGE that all can
>>> benefit from while traveling on this journey.




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