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There is a story many years ago of an elementary teacher.
Her name was Mrs.Thompson. And as she stood in front of
her 5th grade class on her 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fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and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 presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and
bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present which 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, putting it on, and dabbing 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, and 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 "teacher's 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'd 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, M.D.

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 time 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."

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