This little story appeared on my Facebook page today. Although this story is not new to me, every time I read it, I’m reminded how important we are to each other. Enjoy ~
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 their 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.
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
Photo by Tawny Tanner
his friends who would never see him again.
What we put into the lives of others comes back into our own.
