Good Morning! I hope ya'll have missed me like I have been missing you! Sorry, but finding work is a full time job! More of a job than working. And getting the kids back in school was time consuming, also. Running to stores. Meeting new first grade teachers. Picking up Jr. schedules. Taking advantage of free school supplies. And in the middle of it all, Bug asked me to take her to spend her Birthday money. So I spent one afternoon in Wal-mart while she looked at every item on the toy isles. Then on our way to the craft section we passed the fish aquariums. Bug had to look at all of them. She fell in love with a calico goldfish. (Her Aunt Mary had given her a pair of goldfish last year on her birthday....but one is since deceased.) So all this little girl with more money in her wallet than Mama bought was a goldfish!
She thought the one back home might be getting lonely. Isn't she precious?!?
Since it is the season for going back to school, I thought I would share a little story that was passed to me by my friend, Monica. Ladies, I had tears streaming down my face when I finished it! Well, actually, by halfway through it.
As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very 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 Stoddard.
Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, 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.
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Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school.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 he 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 Teddy's. 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 for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, 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 oneof 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 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 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 had 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, MD.
The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had 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 at the wedding in the place 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. 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. 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."
(For you that don't know, Teddy Stoddard is the Dr. at Iowa State Methodist in Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.)
Isn't that amazing! We truly never know what may be occurring in another's life or the difference a little kindness or respect might make.
For our word on the Word today (or maybe I should say this week? lol) we will go to Colossians 3:8. "...but now is the time to cast off and throw away all these rotten garments of anger, hatred, cursing, and dirty language." TLB The apostle Paul, who wrote this letter to the Colossians, had never actually been to Collossae. The people there had a lot of worldly thinking mixed into their new Christianity....astrology and majic among them. So Paul was writing from prison to encourage and instruct them on Christian living/thinking. If we want to "put away" these rotten garments, then we have to focus on things from above....things of God: peace, love, blessing. Pure thoughts will go a long way to help us miss the hazard of these sins.
May God bless each one that passes here, until we meet again!