Today recieve this email and is again a story to share time:

One day a teacher asked her students to list down the names of the other classmates in the class on two sheets of paper and leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each and every 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 class, each of the students handed in the papers to the teacher.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed down what everyone else had said about each individual.

Then on Monday she gave back each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling.

The class started to have sound like “Really?” or “I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!” or “I didn't know others liked me so much”, those were most of the comments said by the students.

After that 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 with one another.

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 and 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 and she nodded and replied “Yes” Then he replied “Mark always 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, “We found this on Mark when he was killed and we thought you might recognize it” his father said.

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 even without looking at the paper, which was the papers which 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, as you can see, Mark treasured it alot” Mark's mother said.

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 list in our wedding album.”

“I have mine too and it’s in my diary” Marilyn said.

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 even know when that one day will be.


Moral of the story:
Tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important and tell them before it is too late, be it family members or friends all are important in one person life cause maybe each and everyone of them may have leave a mark in your life or even helped you when you're down in life so do cherish all this relationship in life.


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Like wat Leslie tagged on my tagbox:
May the stars carry your sadness away,
May the flowers fill your heart with beauty,
May hope forever wipe away your tears, and,
Above all, may silence make you strong.

I think silence really make me strong enough to keep myself going cos I must face problems myself and cannot pull others in so after all, silence really make me stronger. As time and time again I told myself that I will be able to win this war after 1 year time so I must prove to myself that I will be able to do so.



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"It is more shameful to distrust one's friends than to be deceived by them."