4:30 am Philippine time.

Nervous is the word. Whoa 500 item exam, where’s the mercy in there?

Sagging eye-bags will become the trend in somewhat way and I think I have to change a little bit of my school morning routine. During vacation, I wake up as late as 8 am and continue to wallow like a pig till 9, however, during school days, I notice my body clock starts to roll as early as 3 am and from then all I do is to think. I also noticed I am most emotional during the early mornings. It’s kinda weird though, I found myself  in regrets, sometimes in utmost happiness, and sometimes in extreme loneliness. What’s with the early morning giving you all this type of feeling?

Goodmorning!

Touching Hearts

From:طارق إلياس

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As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of 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Teddy’s fourth grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is withdrawn and doesn’t show much interest in school.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 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 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 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 favorite 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 that don’t know, Teddy Stoddard is the Dr. at Iowa Methodist Hospital 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? tomorrow? Just “do it”.

Random acts of kindness, I think they call it?

“Believe in Angels, then return the favor.”

Where Are The Readers?

 

 

Have you read something today?

As polite as I may say,

If you did, of what kind

Either that drills the brain

Or enkindle the rebel within

Maybe those that lays you in fantasy

Perhaps, I failed to see

What I conceived in this pressing seconds

Is that the majority won’t read

 

 

A quote appealed to me in subtle atmosphere

In the vast corner of a deserted room

Whilst in the midst of school work pretenses

Appealed to my senses

“a person who won’t read has no advantage

Over one who can’t read”

-Mark Twain’s

 

 

Darn how it felt like

It rushed through my veins

And pummeled by head

Like a battering ram

I’m in deep disappointment

For I live in a time

Where cars meant more than wisdom

Whereas people rarely visit the library

 And fill their aching needs to appear savvy

Or only to dose off..

Again, I’m in deep disappointment

 

 

If his proposal were true then,

We are all accused of imbeciles

In our very skin

Such a shame!

To be able to read is an honor

A privilege you can abuse

And without any harm done.

I am but nude if I am not able

I am stupid and isolated If I’m not such

 Definitely weakens me, my morale

My entirety

 

 

Hey Mark Twain

You must have been in vain

For this generation sulks in their forfeit

Of their own reasoning and perspective

Books slept like a forlorn child in the shelves

And sullied by dust

Yearned to be open once in a while

 

 

I own suffice amount of books

In misfortune most were reference

I didn’t like much so

Because they carry facts

Facts emboldens the mind

But imagination embolden me even more

 

 

Do you know bible?

It’s the greatest book I’ve read

It is a fact yet appeals to imagination

So intense, It changes every perspective

Godly inscription bounded in mere human cover

Such appearance tells story, teaches

Humility at every edge and more

 

 

Don’t take reading for granted

Not my obligation to explain anyways

Necessity, if you view it that way

Dear schoolmates, for thy own sake

Make your moneys worth

Digest the morals, the inscriptions

I am not urging you to read

But atleast try!