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So - Today?
Just another day in the life of KW. Trudge, routine, same old, same old. Its been a fair old week with highs and lows and I know as soon as I depart for Chepstow tomorrow (via my darling friend Jo's house ... erm, click on the link if you like but the woman does not update her flaming blog much to my annoyance) Im off to visit George (anjya ;)) and Freya. Those girls light up my life just as sunny as my dort lights up mine. Need this break. Believe me.
Have decided to look at booking Menorca again this year. I cant get over how family orientated it is, no lager louts, no trouble. Good clean family fun. Im hoping our freinds from last year book again - they totally made our holiday. KAREN - we will consider end of august ;) I know that as soon as I book that holiday it will be a weight lifted off my shoulders.
Oh! I know what I can share with you today. Its really, really long but it is the most profound piece of wonderful I have ever read. Now, I dont know if you have read any of the "chicken soups" books but let me tell you this. Those books are so good for the soul and they really make you cry. They hold a wealth of hidden messages relating to self esteem, self worth, feeling humble, embracing life etc. So when my freind Jeanie sent me this today you have to believe that it moved me to floods of tears. I then re-read it to Roz over the phone and made her cry. Its a true story which makes it more heart breaking. Enjoy. I wanna know if you didnt feel "moved" by it.
One day 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 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 aseparate 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 knewif 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 Vietnam 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 himtook 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 aluncheon. 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 cansee, 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 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 arespecial and important. Tell them, before it is too late.
Makes you feel good, huh? Sniff sniff.
Gotta go but cant leave without posting a picture ok?
My belle. Ooooh she really shakes me out of my moods, I can tell you that for FREE.