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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 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 individual. 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 coffin. 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 him. "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. Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own. Now go wipe them tears before someone see's you Lovely Thoughts for Lovely People Just Like You
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Jednoga dana zamoli učiteljica svoje učenike da napišu imena svih ostalih učenika u razredu na list papira i da ostave pored svakog imena malo mjesta. Potom im reče da razmisle što je to najljepše što bi mogli reći o svakom pojedinom učeniku i da to napišu pored njihovih imena. Potrajalo je to cijeli jedan sat sve dok nisu svi bili gotovi te su potom napustili učionicu i predali svatko svoj list učiteljici. Preko vikenda je učiteljica na jedan list papira napisala imena svakog pojedinog učenika i pored njega popis najljepših primjedbi koja su drugi učenici dali o njemu ili njoj. U ponedjeljak je predala svakom učeniku njegov ili njen popis. Već nakon kratkog vremena su se svi smjehuljili. „Uistinu?“, šaputali su... „Nisam mislio/mislila da uopće nekome toliko značim!“ i „Nisam mislio/mislila da sam drugima toliko drag/draga“, bili su komentari. Poslije toga nitko nije više spominjao taj popis. Vježba je ispunila svoju svrhu, a učenici su bili sretni sami sobom, ali i s drugim učenicima. Prošlo je nekoliko godina kada je jedan od učenika poginuo u ratu pa je učiteljica otišla na njegov pogreb. Crkva je bila prepuna mnogim prijateljima. Jedan za drugim, svi oni koji su poznavali ili voljeli tog mladog čovjeka, prolazili su pored njegova lijesa i odavali su mu posljednju počast. Učiteljica je bila zadnja i pomolila se pored njegova lijesa. Vidjevši je tamo, jedan od vojnika, koji je nosio lijes, reče joj: „Jeste li Vi Markova učiteljica matematike?“ Potvrdila je: „Da“. Potom on reče: „Marko je često govorio o Vama.“ Poslije pogreba većina Markovih učenika iz škole bili su na okupu. I Markovi roditelji su bili tu i očito su jedva čekali da porazgovaraju s učiteljicom. „Nešto bismo Vam pokazali“, reče otac i izvadi novčanik iz svoga džepa. To su našli kod njega kada je poginuo. Mislili smo da ćete Vi to prepoznati.“ Iz novčanika je izvadio već ishabani list papira, koji se već slijepio očito od čestog umotavanja i otvaranja. Učiteljica je naravno odmah znala da je to jedan od onih listova papira, na kojima su bile lijepe stvari napisane, a koje su napisali Markovi kolegice i kolege iz razreda o njemu. „Tako smo Vam jako zahvalni što ste to učinili“, reče Markova majka. „Kao što vidite Marku je to bilo izuzetno važno.“ Svi su se ostali učenici okupili oko svoje nekadašnje učiteljice. Ivan se tada nasmije i reče: „I ja čuvam još uvijek svoj list papira u gornjoj ladici moga pisaćeg stola.“ Filipova žena reče: „Filip me zamolio da listu stavimo u naš album s vjenčanja. „I ja čuvam još uvijek svoju u svom dnevniku“, reče Marija. Potom Ana, pa još jedna učenica, izvadi iz svoga kalendara već istrošen i raskomadan list papira i pokaza ga ostalima. „Uvijek ga nosim sa sobom“, reče Ana i doda: „Mislim da svi još uvijek čuvamo taj list papira.“ Učiteljica je bila toliko ganuta da je morala sjesti i zaplaka. Zaplakala je zbog Marka i svih njegovih prijatelja i prijateljica koji ga više neće vidjeti. Često u suživotu s drugim ljudima zaboravimo da će svaki život jednoga dana završiti i da nitko od nas ne zna kada će to biti. Zato bismo trebali reći svim onim ljudima koje volimo i o kojima se brinemo da su nam nešto posebno i da su nam važni. Recimo im to dok nije prekasno.