Too busy
Been trying to post...ok that's stretching the truth, guess i haven't really been trying..not much action beyond the want to write..haven't felt like it lah.And since i've resolved to only write when i feel like writing, i haven't even tried to type anything in here..fr..er...too long now.
Still no mood or inspiration..so i'm just gonna paste this.
Courtesy of Aunty C. Thanks for this..in today's fast paced,too-busy world,we can't have too many of these reminders.
Too Busy
One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of theother students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates andwrite it down. It took the remainder of the class period tofinish their assignment, and as the students left the room, eachone handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each studenton a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else hadsaid about that individual. On Monday she gave each student hisor her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling."Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meantanything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me somuch," were most of the comments. No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She neverknew 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. Thatgroup of students moved on.
Several years later, one of thestudents was killed in Viet Nam and his teacher attended thefuneral of that special student. She had never seen a servicemanin a military coffin before He looked so handsome, so mature. The ceremony was packed with his friends. One by one those wholoved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was thelast one to bless the coffin. As she stood there, one of thesoldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were youMark'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 wenttogether to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there,obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. "We want to showyou something," his father said, taking a wallet out of hispocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thoughtyou might recognize it." Opening the billfold, he carefullyremoved two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviouslybeen taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knewwithout looking that the papers were the ones on which she hadlisted all the good things each of Mark's classmates had saidabout him. Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As youcan see, Mark treasured it."
All of Mark's former classmatesstarted to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly andsaid, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my deskat home." Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in ourwedding album." "I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in mydiary." Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into herpocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzledlist to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Vickisaid and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think weall saved our lists." That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She criedfor Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forgetthat life will end one day. And we don't know when that one daywill be. So please, tell the people you love and care for, thatthey are special and important. Tell them, before it is toolate.
"Nothing in life is bigger than life itself"
Still no mood or inspiration..so i'm just gonna paste this.
Courtesy of Aunty C. Thanks for this..in today's fast paced,too-busy world,we can't have too many of these reminders.
Too Busy
One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of theother students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates andwrite it down. It took the remainder of the class period tofinish their assignment, and as the students left the room, eachone handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each studenton a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else hadsaid about that individual. On Monday she gave each student hisor her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling."Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meantanything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me somuch," were most of the comments. No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She neverknew 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. Thatgroup of students moved on.
Several years later, one of thestudents was killed in Viet Nam and his teacher attended thefuneral of that special student. She had never seen a servicemanin a military coffin before He looked so handsome, so mature. The ceremony was packed with his friends. One by one those wholoved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was thelast one to bless the coffin. As she stood there, one of thesoldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were youMark'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 wenttogether to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there,obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. "We want to showyou something," his father said, taking a wallet out of hispocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thoughtyou might recognize it." Opening the billfold, he carefullyremoved two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviouslybeen taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knewwithout looking that the papers were the ones on which she hadlisted all the good things each of Mark's classmates had saidabout him. Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As youcan see, Mark treasured it."
All of Mark's former classmatesstarted to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly andsaid, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my deskat home." Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in ourwedding album." "I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in mydiary." Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into herpocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzledlist to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Vickisaid and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think weall saved our lists." That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She criedfor Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forgetthat life will end one day. And we don't know when that one daywill be. So please, tell the people you love and care for, thatthey are special and important. Tell them, before it is toolate.
"Nothing in life is bigger than life itself"
posted by Kumari | 11:51 PM
2 Comments:
aahhh...the resurrection of epi has been a long time coming.
she's still pale, but will slowly and surely regain colour till once again, the blogosphere will rejoice at her insights so wittily and succinctly put forward.
:)
hey!
hope ur cool! how's everything going by the way? i've resurrected my blog...pop in and say something!
and how watched ghajini already?
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