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.
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 ex cellent 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Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't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 he r 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 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 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 deg ree, 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."
12 comments:
These somehow all sound like stories from the "Chicken Soup for the .......Soul". Real tear-jerkers. Personally not my style (and that IS my opinion).
Secondave,...I hope you don't really like War & Peace,.....cause you'll be typing forever...............hahahahahaha there was a similar story of a teacher & her student ,close to here a few years back,..I don't know if the kid grew up to be a Dr,......( oh yea that's right ,he's not quite grown yet ,....you see the teacher was Mary Kay LeTourneau,.........but they did go and see a couple of Dr's ( obstetricians I believe)..............she took a special interest in one student and just taught the rest.............think there's any case for a plagerism suit........................HF&RV
Second Avenue - wouldnt the world be a better place if every teacher was like the teacher who taught Teddy Stoddard - but then I am a sap for soppy stories.
I thought that except was fantastic, thanks for posting it. I wish I could say that I had faith in teachers myself, but the really good ones seem to be few and far between these days and that's my opinion! I think lots of them need to take early retirement......remember the good old days when teachers actually volunteered thier time after school and at lunch, not because they had to but because they wanted to and because they actually enjoyed teaching and helping kids, you know the ones that didn't complain about gee let me see-6 weeks off in the summer, two weeks at christmas, holidays every other week, and yes we all know it isn't an easy job but let's be real here, how many people have taken on someone else's workload because of cutbacks, worked countless hours overtime and are really stressed at thier jobs? Most likely getting half the pay as teaches? Maybe like half the population and all without humpteen days off, so I say teachers if you don't like your job, quit so I can take your place and never complain! Sorry was just venting i guess LOL.......
A teacher has enormous power to change the future of a young person in
their charge. All some kids need is loving attention by an appropriate
role model. This is especially true for a kid who is emotional deprived
at home, and there were a hundred of such children in my own humble
neighbourhood in the 40s and 50s. God bless the teachers who shows
character in their careers.
I love these positive stories because they teach good behavior, and
make me feel good.
Bill
"The most effective kind of education is that a child should play
amongst lovely things."
- Plato
These stories make us feel all warm and fuzzy inside, but as far as teaching good behaviour, I doubt it. Besides I think the people that need teaching good behaviour to aren't the kind of people who read these stories. MHO
I think its a great human interest story, to often in life we pass and do not notice the ones who need a little encouragement ,thank you for putting the story on line, I thought it was great and quite plauseable . Jimmy
secondave, thanks for posting that story. Sat and the pc and had a good cry. Patsy
Wonderful, Bill. Made me think back to Leo Busgaglia and Love 101.
BobB
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Once upon a time ,.things ............blah blah blah,....and then everything turned out perfect .........................sniff ,sniff ,I'm alright now........hahahaha (and didn't take long to type)...... it was a wonderful story,. ----He had a change of Heart------ A lot of good that'll do him,....he's still got the same face........ hahahahaha
Hey Bill, Great story! Had a teacher like that at Bannantyne,,her name was Mrs. Forbes. She had the same students in grades 1+2. had her again in grade 7,,,,sadly she died halfway through the year from cancer. There were lots of great teachers back then but none like her!! Mike
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