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Everyone is Someone Special!!!!!!!!!!

Wow! What a different place this Universe of ours would be if we only looked with our Heart……”saw” with our Heart…..felt from the bottom of our Soul!!!!!!

In my estimation…it’s the Quintessential Vision….and the Quintessential ~Experience~! S

Here is a story I found on the net…..I thought it was beautiful….and that some of you might like to read it too!

I personally was a basket case of tears! *smile*

The story:

Many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson. 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 he constantly needed a bath, as well that Teddy could be unpleasant.

It got to the point that 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 were Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off till the very last.

When she finally reviewed his records, 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 mothers 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 steps aren't taken." His fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school.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 that 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, which 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
tell 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 teaching 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 had become
her "teachers pet."

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he had ever had in his whole world. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He wrote that he had finished High School, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he had ever had in his whole life. Four more years passed and she found another letter. He said that things had been tough but he stayed in school, stuck with it, and would soon graduate college with the highest honors.He again assured Mrs. Thompson that she was the best and most favorite teacher he had ever had. Another four years passed, and Mrs. Thompson found another note. He had finished his bachelors and decided to go a bit further. The letter explained that she was still the best and most
favorite teacher he had ever had. But now his name was a little longer.

The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stodard, MD

The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had met the this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years back and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was reserved for the mother of the groom.

Of course, Mrs. Thompson agreed. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered as the one his mother wore on their last christmas together before she died.

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in her 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, "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."

So, remember; we all count, we are all someone special. Warm someone's heart today....Pass it along!

Love & Light~* To ALL~~~

~*Donna*~





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