I found this today on Facebook. It is quite long, but it is definitely worth it. I have removed the bit from the end that claims this is real. It is not. It’s a wonderful story nevertheless.
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Teddy’s fourth grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is withdrawn and doesn’t show much interest in school.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.”
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?
“Believe in Angels, then return the favor.”
What an uplifting story Alastair, whether true or not. It certainly applies to how we should all look beyond the surface to truly understand someone who may be a little different. Thanks for sharing. 🙂
Exactly. Just knowing one thing can make a difference to someone’s life
sooooo sweet. lovely. lovely. lovely.
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Lovely story. Alastair. 🙂
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I belive it.
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Remember my pre-Christmas post about Mrs Parkinson? The one that got me renamed Mr Fluffy? Well I reckon she may be another Mrs Thompson
Awesome. It is nice when you can relate to this post
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Loved this story.
Thank you
This post brought tears to my eyes. Thanks for sharing it 🙂
Thank you for taking the time to read, and for taking the time to reblog it. I am honoured. Thank you
That was the time well spent. 🙂
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That was lovely and has lots of elements of truth in it even if it isn’t a true story. I loved teaching children and loved sharing my love of literature with them. It’s brilliant when, many years later, some of them tell me how I was the one who believed in them, who tell me they became teachers because of me, who keep in touch years and years later and who come on holiday to Cornwall to bring someone they want me to meet!
Thank you for this – you’ve just given me several happy minutes of remembering! 🙂
That is awesome. So this story could well be you then. You could be the Miss Thompson of this story (in a manner of speaking)
I’m glad it brought you some happy memories
this was really moving. thanks for sharing with us
You’re welcome 🙂
I remember reading this story some time ago. Whether real or not, it is still as heart-rending now as the first time I read it. Thanks for sharing 🙂
It is. It brings a lump to my throat every time I read it. I wouldn’t be able to read it aloud, my voice would crack
How profound…this brought tears to my eyes…thanks for sharing Alastair
It did me. I think leaving the lie in at the end would have spoiled it.
this is a beautiful story
Thanks Gys
Roxi made me come here, you got me crying, so true angels do return the favor, thank you for the post.
Roxi is a wonderful woman. Not just for sending you here, she really is a wonderful person. Thank you for coming by.
she truly is
I read this story a few years back. I cried then and again just now. You brought tears to my eyes twice today.
Sorry. It is never my intention to make people cry
What a powerful and moving story. 🙂
It is. I just wish when people wrote them, they didn’t pretend they were real
I remembering reading this one.. it always makes me cry, it’s so beautiful!
It is. I think I read it once before when it was someone else who was the little boy
A beautiful & heartwarming story.
Thanks for sharing it. 🙂
May not be true, but it is a nice one
You never know with stuff on the web. But – it has a great message.
It does 🙂
It is a beautiful story Alistair…true or not. if only more teachers were like that
It would certainly change a lot of kids
It sure would…too often they just don’t look beyond the exterior…I saw that with my son. Luckily there were a few that were great teachers and they really made a difference
My son had a teacher in his first primary school like that. At one point she went running out of her class, grabbed another teacher and showed her my son’s book saying “I can read what he has written!!” The other teacher just gave her a funny look. She helped my son through that year no end, and then she was forced to leave for concentrating on him too much when “he should have been left”
You would think they would reward someone for going the extra distance
You would. I will always be grateful to Mrs Buckley for that. She moved to another school and within a year was deputy head. So pleased she got her reward
That is wonderful.
It is 🙂
Brilliant! Thank you so much for sharing….
I felt it worth sharing. Glad I checked on the truth of it first though. That would have been embarrassing, 😆
Thanks, Alastair! I really enjoy following your blog!!!
Thank you 🙂 It’s a pleasure to have you reading it
I was never in such a tight spot but I did have a teacher that changed my life. It was 10 years ago, she still is the best I have had since. I do make it a point to speak to her at least every six months…
That’s cool. I had a teacher that changed my life. But that’s a sob story for another time 😆