On November 20, 2012 I posted an inspirational story about a teacher and one of her students. After noticing the deterioration of our education system, this story was a breath of fresh air. It provides hope. A light at the end of the tunnel. Not all is lost in a system that has lost its compass.
In Panama our education system is going south, so fast, that soon we will be dancing Tango in Buenos Aires Argentina. Educators, most of them members of a union, are more interested in money than in teaching. Education authorities have no idea how to organize the Ministry of Education. It’s a total chaos in there. And last, but certainly not least, parents don’t care if their children are learning or not. They just consider school as a dumping ground where their kids are being taken care of. It’s their opportunity of getting “the little rascals” off their back. All three are responsible for our present educational ordeal.
Sorry for the digression, but I had to get it off my chest. Now going back to our story. Take a seat, drink a glass of fresh water, hold a tissue paper or a handkerchief—just in case— and carefully read the following story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did when I first read it several years ago. I loved it so much, I post it again and again for others to enjoy its message. This is what education is all about. Without further ado, here we go.
Gravity has taken hold of our educational system in Panama. Students graduate without knowing how to think, read or write. Once, a lovely Miss Panama, participating in a Miss Universe pageant, was asked before a live and world television audience, “Who was Confucius?”. With a gorgeous smile, she elegantly answered, “Confucius was the inventor of confusion.” True story. She returned to Panama as a celebrity for this infamous response.
As a reaction to this increasing education malaise, I penned a blog post on February 11, 2009, which narrates an emotional story between a teacher and one of her students. It encapsulates what education is all about. One word of caution though, before you start reading, have a handkerchief handy—just in case.
You can find anything on the Internet, the Good, the Bad and the Ugly. The Internet represents the human race in flesh and bone, with its merits and defects. When I use the Internet, I try to search for the Good and there is plenty. The Bad and the Ugly I leave for others to find.
One of the many Goods I’ve found while surfing the Web is an extraordinary story about a teacher and one of her students. The story is so emotional it brought me to tears the first time I read it. From time to time, I repeat the post for those who have not read it. It’s a motivational jewel to be shared with others. Here we go.
A Teacher’s Lesson
There is a story many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson. And as she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same.
But 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 didn’t play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And 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 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 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, and 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 his whole 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 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, M.D.
The story doesn’t end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he’d 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 in the place at the wedding 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. And 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.”
It’s O.K. to shed a tear or two. I know I did.
Source: A Teacher’s Lesson