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How To Create Momentum In Someone’s Life

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MoStory   Posted By Dr. MO    As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, Mrs. Thompson 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  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Teddy’s fourth grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is withdrawn and doesn’t show much interest in school.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 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 degree, he decided to go a little further. His 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.”

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