I was sent this a few days ago from a friend and wanted to share it with you.
One 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.
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of
their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment.
The teacher then wrote down the name of each student on a separate
sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.
At the next class, 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,” were most
of the comments.
No 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.
Several years later, one of the students was killed and his teacher attended the funeral. One by one those who loved him took
a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.
As she stood there, one of the pallbearers came up to
her. “Were you Mark's math teacher?” he asked. “Mark talked about you a lot.”
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to
lunch. Mark's mother and father were there.
”We want to show you something,” his father said to the teacher, taking a wallet out of his
pocket, “They found this on Mark when he died. We thought you might
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper
that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher
knew it was the paper she had listed
all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.
“Thank you so much for doing that,” Mark's mother said. “As you can see,
Mark treasured it.”
All 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.”
Sam’s wife said, “Sam asked me to put his in our wedding album.” “I carry this
with me at all times,” Vicki said, “I think we all saved our lists”.
The teacher cried.
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's too late.
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