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j"19HxigV4QyBv3tHpQVcUEQyq1pzZVdoAutM#📚 One day, a teacher asked his students to write the names of the other students in the class on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then he told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the rest of the class to finish their task, and each student left the room, handing their sheets to the teacher. That Saturday, the teacher noted each student's name on an individual sheet for each, and wrote down what everyone had said about each other. No one in the class ever spoke of these papers again. On Monday, she gave each student his or her respective list. As a result, the whole class was smiling. "Really? " she heard whispered. " I didn't know I was so important to anyone! "and, "I didn't know other people liked me so much. " were most of the comments. No one ever talked about those papers in the classroom again. She never found out if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had served its purpose. The students were happy with each other. This group of students finally finished the year. Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam. the teacher attended this special student's funeral. She had never seen a man in a military coffin before. He looked so elegant, so mature. The church was filled with his friends. One by one, those who had loved him went to see the coffin for the last time. The teacher was the last to go. As he stood there, one of the soldiers who was carrying the coffin came up to him. He asked him, "Were you Mark's math teacher? ". He nodded yes. Then he said, "Marc told me a lot about you. "After the funeral, most of Marc's former classmates went to lunch together. Marc's parents were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. "We want to show you something," said his father, pulling a wallet from his pocket. "They found this on Marc when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it. " Opening the wallet, he carefully removed two pieces of paper that had obviously been glued, folded and refolded several times. The teacher knew without even looking that the papers were the ones where he had listed all the good things each of Marc's classmates had said about him. "Thank you so much for doing this," said Marc's mother. "As you can see, Marc treasured it. " All Marc's former classmates began to gather around the teacher. Charlie (the teacher) smiled rather embarrassedly and said, "I always have my list in the top drawer of my desk at home. " Chuck's wife (a former student) says, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album. " "I have mine, too," says Marilyne. "It's in my diary. "Then Vicky, another classmate, reached into her pocket book, pulled out her fragile piece of paper containing the list and showed it to the group. Then she said, "I carry this with me all the time," and without batting an eye, she continued, "I think we've all kept our list. " It was at this point that the teacher finally sat down and began to cry.He cried for Marc and for all his friends who would never see him again.The amount of The amount of people in society is so great that we forget that this life will end one day. And we don't know when that day will come. So please tell the people you love and care about that they are special and important. Tell them before it's too late... AND ONE WAY TO DO IT IS to send that message. If you don't send it, you'll have missed another wonderful opportunity to do something beautiful and enjoyable. If you've received this, it's because someone cares about you, and that means there's probably at least one person out there who cares about you. If you're "too" busy to take a few minutes now to send this message, would this be the VERY first time you haven't done that little thing that would make a difference in your interpersonal relationships? Remember, you reap what you sow; what you put into other people's lives always comes back to you. MAY THIS DAY BE BLESSED AND AS SPECIAL AS YOU ARE. The more people you send this to, the more people you'll reach. text/markdownUTF-8
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