'Close Friend Day'
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browngirlThis is one of those things that people forward to and fro across the Internets, but I found it darling nevertheless.
Mr. Red Ted's mom has adopted me, and so she likes sending me an amusing flood of forwards, mostly pictures, things debunked by Snopes, and glurge. Every so often, though, she sends me something that touches me, and this did.
Yes, it's glurgy, but I like it.
[Content advisory: character death, syrupy morality, and my comments in brackets]
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Too Busy for a Friend.....
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 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. 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. [ed -- yes, I found this detail kind of creepy too. The poor kid is dead, after all.]
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.'
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.'
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 and without batting an eyelash, she continued: '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. [And I hope she realized how she'd touched them all. There are few jobs where one has as much opportunity for doing good, doing evil, and influencing the future as in teaching. I forwarded this to my aunt, a career teacher and one of my role models, for this reason.]
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.
[I deleted the final several paragraphs of "forward this, no really, don't you love your friends?" at the end.]
Mr. Red Ted's mom has adopted me, and so she likes sending me an amusing flood of forwards, mostly pictures, things debunked by Snopes, and glurge. Every so often, though, she sends me something that touches me, and this did.
Yes, it's glurgy, but I like it.
[Content advisory: character death, syrupy morality, and my comments in brackets]
Too Busy for a Friend.....
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 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. 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. [ed -- yes, I found this detail kind of creepy too. The poor kid is dead, after all.]
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.'
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.'
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 and without batting an eyelash, she continued: '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. [And I hope she realized how she'd touched them all. There are few jobs where one has as much opportunity for doing good, doing evil, and influencing the future as in teaching. I forwarded this to my aunt, a career teacher and one of my role models, for this reason.]
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.
[I deleted the final several paragraphs of "forward this, no really, don't you love your friends?" at the end.]
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Date: 2012-02-20 06:36 pm (UTC)The Snopes link above says it was a third-grade classroom.
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Date: 2012-02-22 06:27 am (UTC)What keeps you sitting in that room now?
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Date: 2012-02-22 07:37 pm (UTC)And yeah, as someone who would have gotten a list of insults in 3rd grade as well, I hear you. If I were a teacher doing this I'd choose the class carefully and reproduce only the good comments. And maybe add a couple of my own.
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Date: 2012-02-20 06:01 pm (UTC)(And yeah, I love you lots.)
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Date: 2012-02-21 01:24 am (UTC)Once when I was teaching 1st grade, I had all the students write compliments. (I think I assigned everyone someone?) I can't remember how I did it. It wasn't as detailed as the above story, but it was really nice and it made ME feel good to hear all the positive things.
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