Actually I wanted to send this to someone, but could never send this.
A True Lovely Story
>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, and as the students left the room,
each one handed in the papers.
>
>That 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
individual. On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long,
the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew
that meant anything to anyone!" "I didn't know others liked me so much."
>
>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. That group of students moved on.
>
>Several 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 mature.
The 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.
As 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."
>
>After 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. "We 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."
>
>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 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.
"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see,
Mark treasured it." Mark's classmates started to gather around us.
>
>Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's
in
the top drawer of my desk at home." Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to
put his in our > wedding album. " I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's
in
my diary." Then 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 without batting an > eyelash.
" I
think we all saved our lists."
>
>That'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....
>
>As one way of doing so forward this message on. If you do not send it,
you
will have, once again passed up the opportunity to do something loving and
beautiful and continue the trend that gives you > problems in your
relationships.
>
>If you've received this it is because someone cares for you and it means
there is probably at least someone for whom you care. If you're "too busy"
to take the few minutes that it would take right now to forward this
message
on, would it be the first time you didn't do that little thing that would
make a difference in your relationships? MAY YOUR DAY BE AS SPECIAL AS YOU
ARE!