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You must get the same FB pages as me Tiny lol, I just posted that very same thing on another board. :)
 
Darn it lol, o.k. Tiny, you win........this time ;)

Thank you Pullmyfinger, I am flattered :)
 
Random acts of kindness

Random acts of kindness

I believe in this, I really do. Beneath every person that seems unlikeable there is a story. Somewhere, somehow that person has been hurt one too many times and has given up. Sometimes we know the results of a random act of kindness, sometimes we don't, however it always makes a difference.


I believe in love, I believe in Paying it Forward, I believe in Giving and I believe in Random Acts of Kindness.









As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she 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Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school.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 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 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. 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 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."


(For you that don't know, Teddy Stoddard is the Dr. at Iowa Methodist Hospital in Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.)


Warm someone's heart today. . . pass this along. I love this story so very much, I cry every time I read it. Just try to make a difference in someone's life today? tomorrow? Just "do it".


Random acts of kindness, I think they call it?
 
It takes the young ones to teach them. Irony, isn't it?.

You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."
 
Before anyone jumps on this old metaphor not being real. It is the meaning that counts not if it really happened or not.

Good post lady.
 
I felt bad for a guy in front of me at the gas station the other day. He threw down a bunch of change and asked the cashier to turn on his gas pump. He stepped away for a minute so I threw a few bucks on top of his coins for his gas and told the cashier to add it on. It's not much but I prefer helping someone like this than giving anything to a panhandler. It sucks that we can't often trust that people asking for help actually need it. There are just too many stories of panhandlers that are making a ton of money or could otherwise be employed.

I did the same when a young teenager about 19 went to pay for his gas and his
card was denied....He almost started crying....He was calling his mom to help...
I just step in paid for the gas, he gave me his name and said if I ever need work
done on my car to call.....I smiled.....I just hope one day if my son was in the
situation someone would help...


Lady Ty...I believe very much in acts of kindness.....Even if it is just
putting a smile on someone's face......
 
I just gave someone 5 bucks to help pay for some baby food at shoppers drug mart.. and then I see this.. Thank you Ty for being you ..
 
I kiss my wife once a year but only lfk.
That's a random act of kinkiness, Al.

This thread is supposed to be about kindness.

(But we won't be surprised if it does bring tears to Peggy's eyes.):biggrin2:
 
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