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.
she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of
their classmates and write it down.
took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and
as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
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
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,' were most of the comments.
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.
years later, one of the students was killed in VietNam 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
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
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.'
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.
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 recognize it.'
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
so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark
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.'
said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.'
'I have mine
too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'
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'
the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all
his friends who would never see him again.
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.
tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and
important.. Tell them, before it is too late.
One Way To Accomplish This Is: Forward this message on. If you do not
send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity
to do something nice and beautiful.
received this, it is because someone cares for you and it means there
is probably at least someone for whom you care.
you're 'too busy' to take those few minutes right now to forward this
message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn't do that little
thing that would make a difference in your relationships?
The more people that you send this to, the better you'll be at reaching out to those you care about.
you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back
into your own.