Her name
was Mrs. Thompson. As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very
first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked
at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was
impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little
boy named Teddy Stoddard.
Mrs.
Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well
with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly
needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs.
Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen,
making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.
At the
school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past
records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file,
she was in for a surprise.
Teddy's
first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright 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, "His mother's death had 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fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much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 he sometimes sleeps in
class."
By now,
Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even
worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful
ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped
in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a 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 perfume. But she
stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was,
putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.
Teddy
Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs.
Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mother used to." After the
children left she cried for at least an hour.
On that
very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she
began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As
she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him,
the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the
smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the
children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets."
A year
later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was
still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.
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 the best teacher he
ever had in his whole life.
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 soon graduate from
college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still
the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.
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 the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now
his name was a little longer-the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.
The story
doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said
he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had
died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to
sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the
groom.
Of course,
Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several
rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy
remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each
other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs.
Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and
showing me that I could make a difference."
Mrs.
Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you
have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a
difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."
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