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> One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other
>students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each
>name.> Then she 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 in the papers.> That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a
>separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that
>individual.> On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire
>class was smiling. “Really?” she heard whispered “I never knew that I meant
>anything to anyone!” and, “I didn’t know others liked me so much.” were
>most of the comments.
> No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She 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. That group of students moved on.
> Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and his
>teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a
>serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.
> The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him
>took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the
>coffin.> As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up
>to her. “Were you Mark’s math teacher?” he asked. She nodded: “yes.” Then
>he said: “Mark talked about you a lot.”
> After the funeral, most of Mark’s former classmates went together to a
>luncheon. Mark’s mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak
>with his teacher.> “We want to show you something,” his father said, taking a wallet out of
>his pocket. “They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you
>might recognize it.”
> Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook
>paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The
>teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had
>listed all the good things each of Mark’s classmates had said about him.
> “Thank you so much for doing that,” Mark’s mother said. “As you can see,
>Mark treasured it.”> All of Mark’s former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled
>rather sheepishly and said, “I still have my list. It’s in the top drawer
>of my desk at home.”> Chuck’s wife said, “Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.”
> “I have mine too,” Marilyn said. “It’s in my diary.”
> Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her
>wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group “I carry this
>with me at all times,” Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she
>continued: “I think we all saved our lists.”> That’s when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark
>and for all his friends who would never see him again .
> The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life
>will end one day. And we don’t know when that one day will be.
> So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special
>and important. Tell them, before it is too late.
> And One Way To Accomplish This Is: Send this message on. If you do not
>send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to
>do something nice and beautiful> If you’ve received this, it is because someone cares for you and it
>means there is probably at least someone for whom you care.
> If you’re "too busy " to take those few minutes right now to forward
>this message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn’t do that
>little thing that would make a difference in your relationships?
> The more people that you send this to, the better you’ll be at reaching
>out to those you care about.
> Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others
>comes back into your own.
> May Your Day Be As Blessed As
> You Are Special
А я вспомнил как наша классная руководительница в школе тоже делала тест кого больше всего уважают в классе среди мальчиков и девочек. Причём листки были анонимные и на самом деле запомнилось… 