Sunday, September 11, 2011

Why is Teaching Called A Noble Profession...?

This is a beautiful story I read recently and thought I must share it with all teachers !!!
One day a teacher asked her students to list the name 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 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 with joy and radiance. ‘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 combat 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 came up to her. ‘Were you Ranjeet’s Math teacher?’ he asked. She nodded: ‘yes.’ then he said: ‘ Ranjeet talked about you a lot.’
After the funeral, most of Ranjeet’s former classmates aqlong with the Maths teacher went together to his house .Ranjeet’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 Ranjeet when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.’
Opening the wallet , 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 Ranjeet’s classmates had said about him
‘Thank you so much for doing that,’ Ranjeet’s mother said. ‘As you can see, Ranjeet treasured it.’
All of Ranjeet’s former classmates started to smile. Varun smiled rather sheepishly and said. ‘I still have my list. It’s in the top drawer of my desk at home.’
Anoop’s wife said, ‘Anoop asked me to put his in our wedding album.’
Then Vinita , 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 time.’ Vinita 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 Ranjeet 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. Please Remember, “you reap what you sow.” What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Amazing :)