How a Teacher Builds Self-Esteem
A Cute Story of Classroom Friends
ne 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.
hen she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of
their classmates and write it down.
t took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment and.
as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
hat 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
n 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." So went most
of the comments.
o 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.
everal 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.
he 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.
s 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."
fter 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.
e 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
pening 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.
hank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see,
Mark treasured it."
ll 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."
huck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."
have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."
hen 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."
hat'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.
May Your Day Be Blessed and As Special As You Are.
Now that you've smiled at least once, it's your turn to spread the happiness and send this to someone you want to share the fun. In other words, send it to everyone. We all need to smile every once in a while!!
I wish you much success in life. I hope you have a very happy day.