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You have come upon a meeting ground for creative spirit on a transformational path. We invite you, dear "Storyteller Of The New Millennium," to share a tale and offer a suggestion to nurture creative spirit. What techniques do you use to overcome the challenges of our rapidly changing and complex world?
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!
>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
>>> 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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