Friday, December 13, 2013

THE STORY OF TEDDY STALLARD

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As she stood in front of her fifth grade class on the first day of school, she told the children an untruth.  Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same, however, that was impossible because there in the front row, slumped in his seat was a little boy named Teddy Stallard.

Miss 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 Miss 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 Miss Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until the 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 such 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Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote,"Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school.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 he sometimes sleeps in class.”

By now Miss Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents wrapped with beautiful ribbon and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Miss Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents.  Some of the students 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, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.

Teddy Stallard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Miss Thompson, today you smell 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.

Miss Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind began 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 class and despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her “teacher’s pet.”

A year later she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was the best teacher he’d 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'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors.  Again, he assured Miss Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he’d ever had.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. After he got his bachelor's degree, he had decided to go a little further.  She was still the best and favorite teacher he’d ever had. But now his name was a little longer.  The letter was signed: Theodore F. Stallard, M.D.

The story doesn't end here.  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 Miss Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom.  Of course Miss Thompson did and guess what, she wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing.  Moreover, 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. Stallard whispered in Miss Thompson’s ear. “Thank you for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference.”

Miss 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 did not know how to teach until I met you.”


THE MORALYou can never tell what type of impact you may have on another's life by your actions or lack of action.  Please consider this fact in your venture through life and just try to make a difference in someone else’s life today.

Author: Unknown 

Thursday, December 23, 2010

ISANG DAPIT-HAPON, ISANG BULAKLAK

NI: GARY B. TIPAY
Isang tulang alay para sa isang kaibigan...



Isang dapit-hapon, isang kuwento ang aking nasaksihan
Habang ang liwanag ng araw at dilim ng gabi ay naglalaban
Sa dako pa roon ng kawalan ay aking napagmasdan
Ang isang bulaklak na may pambihirang kagandahan

Isang kagandahang tumubo sa gitna ng kawalan
Sumibol sa lugar ng isang tila lumang libingan
Sa lakas ng hangin at patak ng ulan
Nanatiling nakatayo, di natinag kailanman

Ang kanyang ganda’t tatag ay aking hinangaan
Iilang bulaklak lang ang may ganitong katangian
Maraming bulaklak man ang maaaring nariyan
Ang bulaklak na ito ay ‘di matatawaran

Hanggang may isang tuyot na lupain at bukirin
Hanggang may isang hindi magandang tanawin
Ang iyong kagandahan ay kailangan man din
Huwag kang maluoy, huwag kang pawiin

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

THE SALTY COFFEE

He met her at a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.

At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, and she thought to herself, "Please, let me go home..."

Suddenly he asked the waiter, "Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously, "Why you have this hobby?" He replied, "When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there." While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home... Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.

That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, and then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.

After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said, "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life's lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything... Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth, I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste... But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again."

Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her, "What's the taste of salty coffee?" She replied, "It's sweet."

Author: Unknown