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The List....

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 Viet Nam
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."

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..

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

And One Way to Accomplish This Is: Forward this page to them.
You have a wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful.

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.

Take a few moments and send this link to someone or several
someones. It may make that person's day.

The more people that you send this to, the better you'll be at
reaching out to those you care about.

Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the
lives of others comes back into your own.

May Your Day Be Blessed As Special As You Are

 

 

 


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