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Wednesday, October 21, 2009 ( WALLABY 09 )   Before and After of my shining glory.. oh wells.. gotta go through wallaby and then wait for crescendo next and then.. ORD oH! 11:18 PM Tuesday, October 20, 2009 ( I am determined ) 2:27 AM Monday, October 19, 2009 ( Love ) Sad to say, maybe you don't find me that good enough. So why am I feeling such things? Oh wells, I am an idiot in this things. Too trustful, and too guilty. That's just my life. 12:11 AM Monday, October 05, 2009 ( This is aint Liverpool's season ) 12:53 AM Sunday, September 27, 2009 ( ONE OF THE BEST STORIES I'VE EVER HEARD! ) > 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 Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, 'Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show 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 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 honours. He assured > Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favourite 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 > favourite 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 who don't know, Teddy Stoddard is the Doctor at Iowa Methodist 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 or tomorrow? > just 'do it'. > > Random acts of kindness, I think they call it! > > 'Believe in Angels, then return the favour' > > > > > > "The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of > others." > Gandhi 8:30 PM Tuesday, September 22, 2009 ( no regrets ) i think im gonna get it, 3 extras, maybe 7... holy crap, this is shitty. raya was good. the usual visiting and stuff. but im more concerned with my job. thats that. gotta iron out the egos crapping around me if they want something good for themselves. 4:49 PM Saturday, September 19, 2009 ( Selamat Hari Raya 2009 ) 11:29 PM |