Day 31: ”Sometime, when you least expect it, you’ll realize that someone loved you. And that means that someone can love you again! And that’ll make you smile.” – Homer Simpson
For those of you who saw the movie Les Miserables with Anne Hathaway…this is simply for your consideration. I died laughing as I could just see Anne herself completing something similar as the parody that I have provided. See what you think! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y4yxsRRnvkE&feature=player_embedded
Day 30: watching IU kick Purdue’s rear in college basketball??? Love! Bleeding cream and crimson……for the glory of old IU!!!!! I-U!
Version #1
There is a story many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name was Mrs.
Thompson. And as she stood in front of her fifth 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 has 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Teddy’s fourth grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is withdrawn and doesn’t show much interest in school.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 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. She put it on and dabbed 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 Mom used to.” After the children
left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching
reading, 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 “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 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.”
Warm someone’s heart today. Never underestimate the Power of Purpose.
Version #2
Three Letters from Teddy
Elizabeth Silance Ballard
Teddy’s letter came today and now that I’ve read it, I will place it in my cedar chest with the other things that are important to my life.
“I wanted you to be the first to know.”
I smiled as I read the words he had written and my heart swelled with pride that I had no right to feel.
I have not seen Teddy Stallard since he was a student in my fifth grade class fifteen years ago. It was early in my career, and I had only been teaching for two years.
From the first day he stepped into my classroom, I disliked Teddy. Teachers (although everyone knows differently) are not supposed to have favorites in a class, but most especially are not supposed to show dislike for a child, any child.
Nevertheless, every year there are one or two children that one cannot help but be attached to, for teachers are human, and it is human nature to like bright, pretty, intelligent people, whether they are ten years old or twenty-five. And sometimes, not too often, fortunately, there will be one or two students to whom the teacher just can’t seem to relate.
I had thought myself quite capable of handling my personal feelings along that line until Teddy walked into my life. There wasn’t a child I particularly liked that year, but Teddy, was most assuredly the one I disliked.
He was dirty. Not just occasionally, but all the time. His hair hung down low over his ears, and he actually had to hold it out of his eyes as he wrote papers in class. (And this was before it was fashionable to do so!) Too, he had a peculiar odor about him which I could never identify.
His faults were many, and his intellect left a lot to be desired, also. By the end of the first week I knew he was hopelessly behind the others. Not only was he behind; he was just plain slow! I began to withdraw from him immediately.
Any teacher will tell you that it’s more of a pleasure to teach a bright child. It is definitely more rewarding for one’s ego. But any teacher worth her credentials can channel work to the bright child, keeping him challenged and learning, while she puts her major effort on the slower ones. Any teacher can do this. Most teachers do it, but I didn’t, not that year.
In fact, I concentrated on my best students and let the others follow along as best they could. Ashamed as I am to admit it, I took perverse pleasure in using my red pen; and each time I came to Teddy’s paper, the cross marks (and there were many ) were always a little larger and a little redder than necessary.
“Poor work!” I would write with a flourish.
While I did not actually ridicule the boy, my attitude was obviously quite apparent to the class, for he quickly became the class “goat” the outcast; the unlovable and the unloved.
He knew I didn’t like him, but he didn’t know why. Nor did I know then or now, why I felt such an intense dislike for him. All I know is that he was a little boy no one cared about and I made no effort on his behalf.
The days rolled by. We made it through the Fall Festival and the Thanksgiving holidays, and I continued marking happily with my red pen.
As Christmas holidays approached, I knew that Teddy would never catch up in time to be promoted to the sixth grade level. He would be a repeater.
To justify myself, I went to his cumulative folder from time to time. He had very low grades for the first four years, but no grade failure. How he had made it, I didn’t know. I closed my mind to the personal remarks.
First grade: Teddy shows promise by work and attitude, but has poor home situation. Second grade: Teddy could do better. Mother terminally ill. He receives little help at home. Third grade: Teddy is a pleasant boy. Helpful, but too serious. Slow learner. Mother passed away end of the year. Fourth grade: Very slow, but well behaved. Father shows no interest.
“Well, they had passed him four times, but he will certainly repeat fifth grade! Do him good!” I said to myself.
And then the last day before the holiday arrived. Our little tree on the reading table sported paper and popcorn chains. Many gifts were heaped underneath, waiting for the big moment.
Teachers always get several gifts at Christmas, but mine that year seemed bigger and more elaborate than ever. There was not a student who had not brought one. Each unwrapping brought squeals of delight, and the proud giver would receive effusive thank-you’s.
His gift was in the middle of the pile. Its wrapping was a brown paper bag, and he had colored Christmas trees and red balls all over it. It was stuck together with masking tape.
“For Miss Thompson, from Teddy”, it read.
The group was completely silent and for the first time I felt conspicuous, embarrassed because they all stood watching me unwrap the gift.
As I removed the last bit of masking tape, two items fell to my desk: a gaudy rhinestone bracelet with several stones missing and a small bottle of dime-store cologne, half empty.
I could hear the snickers and whispers, and I wasn’t sure I could look at Teddy.
“Isn’t this lovely?” I asked, placing the bracelet on my wrist. “Teddy, would you help me fasten it?”
He smiled shyly he fixed the clasp, and I held up my wrist for all of them to admire.
There were a few hesitant ooh’s and ahh’s, but as I dabbed the cologne behind my ears, all the little girls lined up for a dab behind their ears.
I continued to open the gifts until I reached the bottom of the pile. We ate our refreshments, and the bell rang.
The children filed out with shouts of “See you next year!” and “Merry Christmas!” but Teddy waited at his desk.
When they had all left, he walked up to me, clutching his gift and books to his chest.
“You smell just like my mom” he said softly. “Her bracelet looks really pretty on you too. I’m glad you like it.”
He left quickly. I locked the door, sat down at my desk, and wept, resolving to make up to Teddy what I had deliberately deprived him of—a teacher who cared.
I stayed every afternoon with Teddy from the end of Christmas holidays until the last day of school. Sometimes he worked alone while I drew up lesson plans or graded papers.
Slowly but surely he caught up with the rest of the class. In fact, his final averages were among the highest in the class, and although I knew he would be moving out of the state when school was out, I was not worried for him. Teddy had reached a level that would stand him in good stead the following year, no matter where he went. He had enjoyed a measure of success, and as we were taught in our teacher training courses, “Success builds success.”
I did not hear from Teddy until seven years later, when his first letter appeared in my mailbox.
Dear Miss Thompson,
I just wanted you to be the first to know, I will be graduating second in my class next month.
Very Truly Yours,
Teddy Stallard
I send him a card of congratulations and a small package containing a pencil gift set. I wondered what he would do after graduation. Four years later, Teddy’s second letter came:
Dear Miss Thompson,
I wanted you to be the first to know. I was informed that I’ll be graduating first in my class. The university has not been easy, but I liked it.
Very Truly Yours,
Teddy Stallard
I sent him a good pair of sterling silver monogrammed cuff links and a card, so proud of him, I could burst.
And now – today – Teddy’s last letter.
Dear Miss Thompson,
I wanted you to be the first to know. As of today, I am Theodore J. Stallard, MD. How about that!!??
I’m going to be married in July, the twenty-seventh to be exact. I wanted to ask you if you would come and sit where Mom would sit if she were here. I will have no family there as Dad died last year.
Very Truly yours,
Teddy Stallard
I am not sure what kind of card one sends to a doctor on completion of medical school and state boards. Maybe I’ll just wait and take a wedding gift, but my congratulations can’t wait.
This is for all my mothers out there! 🙂
Day 25, love.
Lovely quote for the day thanks to Ignatius Press:
23: Accept moments for what they are. Love comes in all forms…whether it is witnessing a blind man and his brother eating dinner together or seeing someone prevent someone from falling flat on their face/rear and catch them. When you are having a rough day, look for the love and it will help get you through!
Love is not walking up to a complete stranger thinking it is a friend of yours and asking for a picture….I swear he looked exactly like him!!!! 😉 This is how crazy bananas….my life is!
I am a firm believer in signs. Everything happens for a reason. Today flexibility was a major lesson. You have to love your flexibility because if you aren’t able to be flexible then I am pretty sure that your blood pressure is out of whack! Interesting enough, I was flying out this morning when as I was checking in at the airport, I realized that my flight was delayed. OK….cool, calm, collected. I was early so they got me all checked in for my flight and then I was on my way. You should know that there is NEVER a dull moment with me and traveling.
I get through security. PASS. Get into my gate only to find that it had been changed. Alright one more little detour. Over the loud speaker, “Will that awesome amazing CatMan please report to your nearest United Clerk….she has had one of those days and we want to reward you!” Oh, if you must reward me! I made my way up to the desk where the clerk (who was just sweet as pie) informed me that they had been misinformed and that she placed me on the original flight that I was supposed to be on and that everything would go back as originally planned. YEEEEESSSS! (WHOOO HOOOOO INNER HAPPY DANCE COMING OUT!!!) I mean thank you!
It really wasn’t too terrible of a morning. I was clean. I had a raspberry latte, apple cinnamon scone, and a smile on my face. I do love traveling. 🙂
While in line to board, there was a woman in a wheel chair and she was asking a gentleman a question. He asked if she wanted to board as they had said at the beginning that those who are military, special accommodations, or wheel chairs could board first. So he took and helped her. That was very thoughtful.
My flight was wonderful. It was close to a 3 hour flight and I had the most fascinating conversation. This gentleman was about my father’s age and he was really a cool dude! He and I basically talked about anything and everything and I was so appreciative. His over all lesson that he brought me was that people come into our lives for reasons. Timing is everything and when in doubt listen to your heart. His story was so wonderful. In the Navy, he traveled and saw the world. At the ripe age of 24 while in AZ, he met his life. He has 8 beautiful children and celebrating 30 years of marriage this year. I asked him if he knew right away and he said as soon as he set eyes on her. That was way cool.
My next flight got delayed. I sat and talked with another woman, she was so cool too. We had a great heart to heart. I asked her how her and her husband met and she said fishing. She too knew right away that he was the one for her. She said they just went down to the court house as she didn’t want to make a big to do! She explained the feeling like falling off the curb and not knowing what happened. Also, random side note, has anyone seen a man in the airport with their electric razor shaving his face? It was a pretty random funny situation. I tried not to stare…..
I am not quite sure how I am blessed to have these wonderful amazing encounters, but I am. I will take it. I cannot explain all the joy I have from these messengers except to say I am very grateful for the experience. Final lessons, quality friends need time and connection as much as anyone. If you truly love and treasure these friends, keep in touch. Friends are hard to come by. Love the one’s you are given.
A truly grateful heart, and lots of love to receive and give, through any misadventure remember to always love or seek the love and it will always make things better.
From one free spirit to the next,
❤ CatMan
As told by CatMan, The Rose Bandit 