Originally Posted by caterinafmig
Have shared this before and thought it was worth sharing again.
TELL THE PEOPLE YOU CARE ABOUT – THAT YOU CARE!
"Love does no harm to its neighbor. Therefore love is the fulfillment of the law." Romans 13:10
One day, in 1972, a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other
students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each
of their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and
as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a
separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire
class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I
meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much."
were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they
discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter.
The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with
themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and his
teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a
serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.
The church was packed with his friends. One by one, those who loved him
took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to
her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he
said: "Mark talked about you a lot."
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a
luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak
with his teacher.
"We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of
his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you
might recognize it."
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook
paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The
teacher knew, without looking, that the papers were the ones on which she
had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about
"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see,
Mark treasured it."
All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled
rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer
of my desk at home."
Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."
"I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."
Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her
wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this
with me at all times," Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she
continued: "I think we all saved our lists."
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and
for all his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will
end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.
So please, tell the people you love and care for that they are special and
important. Tell them, before it is too late.