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Sunday, February 17, 2013

My Sunday Quote of The Week...


“Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, 
and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.”
David Mitchell

This is a very touching story that I would like to share with you all. You are already here so please take the time to read it as it is the perfect explanation/interpretation of this Sunday Quote. Do read on and see how every single one of us make a difference in each other’s lives…

This 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 the 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grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest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 Christmas
presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for
His present 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. 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 using
the same type of perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on
their last Christmas 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

While I’m going to let you all soak this in and reach your own conclusion on the meaning of this story, I will just remind you to NEVER underestimate the Power of Purpose.

What is your Soul Purpose?

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