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Here's a nice story, you might want to grab a kleenex though.

Posted by Lori Reid on October 22, 1998 at 12:29:58:

ALL GOOD THINGS
He was in the first third grade class I taught at Saint Mary's
School in Morris, Minn. All 34 of my students were dear to me, but Mark
Eklund was one in a million. Very neat in appearance, but had
that happy-to-be-alive attitude that made even his occasional
mischievousness delightful. Mark talked incessantly. I had to remind him
again and again that talking without permission was not acceptable.
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What impressed me so much, though, was his sincere response every
time I had to
correct him for misbehaving - "Thank you for correcting me, Sister!" I
didn't know what to make of it at first, but before long I became
accustomed to hearing it many times a day.

One morning my patience was growing thin when Mark talked once too
often, and then I made a novice-teacher's mistake. I looked at Mark and
said, "If you say one more word, I am going to tape your mouth shut!"

It wasn't ten seconds later when Chuck blurted out, "Mark is
talking again." I hadn't asked any of the students to help me watch Mark,
but since I had stated the punishment in front of the class, I had to act
on it.

I remember the scene as if it had occurred this morning. I walked
to my desk, very deliberately opened by drawer and took out a roll of
masking tape. Without saying a word, I proceeded to Mark's desk, tore off
two pieces of tape and made a big X with them over his mouth. I
then returned to the front of the room. As I glanced at Mark to see how
he was doing, he winked at
me. That did it!! I started laughing. The class cheered as I walked back
to Mark's desk, removed the tape, and shrugged my shoulders. His first
words were, "Than you for correcting me, Sister."

At the end of the year, I was asked to teach junior-high math.

The years flew by, and before I knew it Mark was in my classroom
again. He was more handsome than ever and just as polite. Since he had to
listen carefully to my instruction in the "new math," he did not talk as
much in ninth grade as he had in third. One Friday, things just didn't
feel right. We had worked hard on a new concept all week, and I sensed
that the students were frowning, frustrated with themselves - and edgy with
one another. I had to stop this crankiness before it got out of hand.
So I asked them to list the names of the other students in the room on two
sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then I told them to
think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and
write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their
assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed me the
papers. Charlie smiled. Mark said, "Thank you for teaching me, Sister.
Have a good weekend."

That Saturday, I wrote down the name of each student on a separate
sheet of paper, and I listed what everyone else had said about that
individual. On Monday I gave each student his or her list.
Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" I heard whispered.
"I never knew that meant anything to anyone!" "I didn't know others liked
me so much."

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. I never knew if
they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't
matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were
happy with themselves and one another again.

That group of students moved on. Several years later, after I
returned from vacation, my parents met me at the airport. As we were
driving home, Mother asked me the usual questions about the trip - the
weather, my experiences in general. There was a lull in the conversation.
Mother gave Dad a side-ways glance and simply says, "Dad?" My father
cleared his throat as he usually did before something important. "The
Eklunds called last night," he began. "Really?" I said. "I haven't heard
from them in years. I wond


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Re: Here's a nice story, you might want to grab a kleenex though.

Posted by Sara on October 22, 1998 at 15:10:14:

In Reply to: Here's a nice story, you might want to grab a kleenex though. posted by Lori Reid on October 22, 1998 at 12:29:58:

Lori,

A very touching story; thanks for posting it. I'm sending it to family and friends because it's a message that we all need to hear and remember.

Namaste` Sara



Re: Here's a nice story, you might want to grab a kleenex though.

Posted by Walt Stoll on October 25, 1998 at 09:30:30:

In Reply to: Here's a nice story, you might want to grab a kleenex though. posted by Lori Reid on October 22, 1998 at 12:29:58:

Namaste` Lori, Namaste` Walt




Re: Here's a nice story, you might want to grab a kleenex though.

Posted by SW on October 25, 1998 at 13:13:51:

In Reply to: Here's a nice story, you might want to grab a kleenex though. posted by Lori Reid on October 22, 1998 at 12:29:58:


So true Sister. I guess it really hit me around the time I l lost my father. I was 34(ten years ago) I realized life is just too short to be spend much time on anger, hartred, rudeness, just anything that hurts other people and usually yourself as well. Everyone out there is struggling out there in their own way and everyone can always use a kind word or unselfish deed now and then, besides, we all know it works both ways, you show kindness and you feel better too. I use to worry about getting old and who would be there to take care of me, would I be alone etc. Then some years ago I saw a story on television about AIDS patients, there they were, terribly ill, and dying and YOUNG. And one of the nurses said "There are people out there worrying about getting old, these people would give anything just to have the chance." I don't worry about age any more.



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