THE BEST TEACHER EVER

There is a story from many years ago of a primary school 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Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school.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 paper and tied with pretty ribbons, 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 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, 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, MD.

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 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."

Rest It All

I have given up all for what I have built for years. I accept it all. Start my new path. Put all of the burdens, though they are still haunting me. I don't ask much for what i am doing now. I just want to find the new comfort place to start it all. It hurts sometimes, but it's Ok. No road as smooth as what we want, no traffic jams, no accidents, no police officers, they must be there. Whatever is running on optimized.

What done is done

It is hard 2 motivate self. Why do i still cry when i have no one around. It feels so empty. I dont want 2 give up, i dont want to be weak. I want 2 stand still. I dont want 2 lay down my arm and give up for my fight..i want to move. God, give me your bright way, i know i dont deserve to call your Great name, but i need ur hands..

Wake Up

Hi girl..
why do you look that sad, stop mourning. I know that you are hurt, i know that you are deep in pain, but forget your sorrow. There is always tomorrow. You can not just walk by your shadow. Hi, remember. We just only human. We are full of mistake. Everything He sent to us, is already in His plan. God wants us to be better, to stay tough, to always past His every single test. Just wipe your tears up, there are still many hopes. Start your path, start your new life, though i know it is very difficult, but we have try for it. Now, put your smile, show your bright face. We are waiting for it...Wake up girl, dont fall too much on your mistakes.

Travel Each Time

What happen to us now is something promising for the future. It is just the test of life. I knew that sometimes we feel so down to the ground, so desperate, but I also knew that we also have a faith that something is going to be better. It is just a process. Process to grow up, to more understand about this life. sometimes we cry, we complaint to God about His plan. In fact, it is all the way it should go...Plant tightly in mind, Go Fight For Life...

The End of Me

Finally I come to my end, finally I face something I fear the most. Can not move, just only can see what happen to me next. I don't even know that I will still have my place here. Only a miracle that can save me now. No words except it.
God, please send me your mercy, I know what I did was truly wrong. I knew it. I just want to step better. Am I wrong?? Am I wrong for doing that??
My tears fall every night
My heart breaks every second
I am getting harder to breath
I am getting harder to move
My end is coming
Coming just like a flash
All my hopes disappear in a few second...

TOMORROW

Would it be any surprise for tomorrow?
Would it be still any chance for tomorrow?
Chance for something I have not done yet, something I have not completed yet.
Do I still own this life? Can I still breath this fresh air?
I still want to have my laugh...
I still want to have my days...
Don't throw this smile from my world please..
Don't throw this smile, I beg you...

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I have tried as hard as what I could give for it
I have tried...
Sometimes I go down, sometimes I go up
when I feel down, please try to understand...
I am still trying on it..

Someday

Just someday, thought not for today
Just someday, I might know what the answers for all these
Just someday, that might change what come now
Just someday, that i might not regret what happen now
Just someday, I would understand
I would understand all..

Catch Me When I Fall

Is anybody out there
Does anybody see
That when the lights are off something's killing me
I know it seems like people care
Cause they're always around me
But when the day is done and everybody runs
Who will be the one to save me from myself
Who will be the one who's there
And not ashamed to see me crawl
Who's gonna catch me when I fall
When the show is over
And it's empty everywhere
It's hard to face going back alone
So I walk around the city
Anything, anything to clear my head
I've got nowhere to go nowhere but home
Who will be the one who's there
And not ashamed to see me crawl
Who's gonna catch me when I fall
It may seem I have everything
But everything means nothing
When the ride that you've been on
That you're coming off
Leaves you feeling lost
Is anybody out there
Does anybody see
sometimes loneliness
is just apart of me