I heard this story and wanted to share it with you, It’s called Three letters From Teddy.
Back in the 70’s there was a young boy named Teddy. He was in 5th grade and wasn’t doing very well in school. He wouldn’t participate, he was moody and didn’t get along well with the other students. His teacher, Ms. Thompson always said that she love…
I heard this story and wanted to share it with you, It’s called Three letters From Teddy.
Back in the 70’s there was a young boy named Teddy. He was in 5th grade and wasn’t doing very well in school. He wouldn’t participate, he was moody and didn’t get along well with the other students. His teacher, Ms. Thompson always said that she loved all of her students but later she would admit she didn’t really care for little Teddy. She couldn’t understand why he was so unmotivated, why he wasn’t willing to learn.
At Christmas the students would all bring Ms. Thompson a present she would open in front of the class. Most of the presents were wrapped in fancy holiday paper with glittering bows, but Teddy’s present was wrapped in brown paper from a grocery bag. When she opened it up a very plain bracelet fell out with 1/2 the rhinestones missing plus a bottle of inexpensive perfume 1/2 way filled up. Some of the students began to giggle. Ms. Thompson was smart enough to act like she liked it, she put some of perfume on, put the bracelet on her wrist and said oh it’s so beautiful. After class Teddy went up to the teacher and said very quietly Ms. Thompson that bracelet looks as beautiful on you as it did on my mother. And with that perfume you smell just like she did. After Teddy left Ms. Thompson rushed to the files to find out more about Teddy. She found his papers that said 1st grade Teddy shows promise but has a very poor home situation. 2nd grade Teddy could do better but mother is seriously ill. 3rd grade Teddy is a good boy but is distracted, his mother died this year. 4th grade Teddy is a slow learner, his father shows no sign of interest in him. Ms. Thompson wiped away the tears and said God please forgive me.
The next day there was a new teacher, Ms. Thompson had become a new person. She took off her eyes of judgement and she put on her eyes of love. Now she understood why Teddy was so distracted. She took him as her personal project and began to mentor him, love him, make sure he felt accepted. Ms. Thompson was the turning point in Teddy’s life.
Years later she would receive a letter from Teddy saying Ms. Thompson thank you, I’m graduating from high school 3rd in my class. 4 years later another letter, Ms. Thompson thank you I’m about to graduate from college 1st in my class. Years later a final letter Ms. Thompson thank you I’m now Dr. Ted I just graduated from medical school. It went on to say I met a girl and I’m getting married and wanted to ask you if you would sit where my mother would have sat if she were still alive.
What a difference it makes when we take the time to hear a persons story. We all should take that time before we judge someone. Give people the benefit of the doubt. Sometimes all it takes is one person to be the difference maker. Think of helping someone as an opportunity, you’ll find there’s no better feeling.
After the wedding Teddy went to Ms. Thompson and again thanked her for all she had done for him back in the 5th grade. Ms. Thompson wearing that same bracelet said no Teddy thank you, you’ll never know how much you taught me.
Here’s a great song I had posted a while back, I thought if you had missed it you’d enjoy it today. I posted it in honor of the Malones and all the time they give for all of us, thank you Robert and Jill! Happy Sunday everyone!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UNdTG4yHJTg
My mother was a well thought of worker in the community who took time off for my very early years. She attended college on athletic scholarships, but during the depression was offered a job and didn't finish. When the time came for me to start school she was recruited for a newly funded school secretary's position. One of many stories was a farmer's son, who frequently showed up smelling faintly of his pre school chores. He was a bright kid, but was a little sloppy with language. Due to teacher mentoring he ended up teaching biochemistry at an Ivy League school. Mother was hesitant to retire because she liked working with the kids so much. That is how education was meant to be, but seems to be largely missing something today.
Many years back, my husband slid his truck off a muddy country road, and ended up on its side in a water-filled ditch. He was able to climb out his door window, and was met by a lady who had stopped to offer help. She told him he was going to be alright, because the Father is with him. My husband turned to see the police car that was approaching, and when he turned back around, the lady had vanished. He has recounted that story dozens of times. He says she was an angel.
I also encountered an angel recently. My husband was in U of M hospital for many weeks, to have numerous surgeries related to renal cancer, which metastasized in his spine. It has been a grueling four months for our family. Many hours of bedside watches, and a diet of coffee and more coffee. I was barely dragging myself around. I got on an elevator with a small number of other people, and as we exited the elevator, an older lady touched my elbow and said she wanted to tell me something. (I am 75, and hunched over from osteoporosis.). She said, "I just wanted to tell you, you look elegant!" She even repeated that. I thanked her and went on, but I wish I could tell her she absolutely lifted me from the depths for those few moments. Indeed, an angel!
We frequently have no idea how we look and sometimes it takes someone else without preconceptions to see how we truly look at any given time as we are frequently our own worst critics.
Thank you, Nealstar. You are right. And since she was an angel, angels only "see" good. And won't that be wonderful!? When we get there, we won't have to "see" sadness or pain or bad-ness.
To my long sainted 8th grade teacher, S.L., who inculcated within us a love of learning and acquiring knowledge for the sheer joy of it and the fact that it was something nobody could ever take away from us. What she taught us over and above the academic subject matter was a far greater gift.
I'm not saying I'm all that bright, but I sure have learned and retained a whole buncha useful stuff. Of course, just a whisper away from 80, some of it takes a while to dredge up, but eventually, it gets to the surface
Relaxing and peaceful Sunday to the crew here in the bunker.
James, have you looked into getting your own column on substack? Wouldn't it be good to have a place to write about all the things you personally love and treasure, and to gift your readers with ideas and advice? I'm sure many readers of Dr. Malone's "News" would happily follow you there, and then you could write as much as you want about any/every thing, and not need to be concerned about going off topic. Room to grow! You deserve it!
Thank You Leo, I appreciate your comment. I’m very conflicted with all of this. I work 6-7 days a week as a carpenter and honestly I try to give a day or two to helping someone if I can. I just turned 60 and I feel my days, trying to keep up with this physical work, are numbered. I don’t want to take away from this great place the good Doctors have created, and have often thought of fading away. At this point it might be the answer. Just in the past day or two I’ve thought of direct messaging Dr. Malone, if I can, and ask if I’m aggravating them, I really truly don’t want to do that. I hope I’m adding to their sub stack not taking away from it, but I honestly don’t know. Soon time will tell. I will do whatever they wish, I very much respect them both.
No! Dont ever stop your musings! I look forward to your comment on every Malone Substack! It amazes me how often you put into words my exact feelings! You have a wonderful outlook on life and are able to articulate your thoughts beautifully! Keep on!
James, maybe do both - Substack could be another source of income. I'm sure people would be more than glad to subscribe for a fee. As long as you're writing here on Dr. Malone's site, you could post the same essays on your own site and find even more followers.
Thank you for your thoughts today, James. It's hard right now trying to focus on so much as it is happening and so hard to be courageously trusting. Yes, the teacher is a part of a bigger, less caring organization, but also, the teacher, as an individual Can and often does make a positive difference.
We are each teachers and simultaneously students.
As I see it, the student is also ultimately responsible for how they incorporate a lesson into their lives. Each moment, each person, each situation a new and unique opportunity!
I hope we all have joy as a lesson today, this beautiful Sunday! If you do, send it out to the rest of the world.
I had a familiar feeling when reading this story, James. When I was a kid, watching "Lassie" was always a risk of having what I now call a 'heart-a-crack'. To this day, I am so sensitive to stories of the heart that I need to choose them when I'm able to be open to big feelings.
What a great story James! Love the song too! Just like the verse- BE KIND TO STRANGERS LEST YE BE ENTERTAINING ANGELS! God bless all and so grateful to the Malones for sharing their gifts with us! 🧡🧡
My eyes have never been so clean. The constant flood of tears have washed all the sand and grit from them. Your story has all the power of love that we all crave. Thank you for the cleansing.
I heard this story and wanted to share it with you, It’s called Three letters From Teddy.
Back in the 70’s there was a young boy named Teddy. He was in 5th grade and wasn’t doing very well in school. He wouldn’t participate, he was moody and didn’t get along well with the other students. His teacher, Ms. Thompson always said that she loved all of her students but later she would admit she didn’t really care for little Teddy. She couldn’t understand why he was so unmotivated, why he wasn’t willing to learn.
At Christmas the students would all bring Ms. Thompson a present she would open in front of the class. Most of the presents were wrapped in fancy holiday paper with glittering bows, but Teddy’s present was wrapped in brown paper from a grocery bag. When she opened it up a very plain bracelet fell out with 1/2 the rhinestones missing plus a bottle of inexpensive perfume 1/2 way filled up. Some of the students began to giggle. Ms. Thompson was smart enough to act like she liked it, she put some of perfume on, put the bracelet on her wrist and said oh it’s so beautiful. After class Teddy went up to the teacher and said very quietly Ms. Thompson that bracelet looks as beautiful on you as it did on my mother. And with that perfume you smell just like she did. After Teddy left Ms. Thompson rushed to the files to find out more about Teddy. She found his papers that said 1st grade Teddy shows promise but has a very poor home situation. 2nd grade Teddy could do better but mother is seriously ill. 3rd grade Teddy is a good boy but is distracted, his mother died this year. 4th grade Teddy is a slow learner, his father shows no sign of interest in him. Ms. Thompson wiped away the tears and said God please forgive me.
The next day there was a new teacher, Ms. Thompson had become a new person. She took off her eyes of judgement and she put on her eyes of love. Now she understood why Teddy was so distracted. She took him as her personal project and began to mentor him, love him, make sure he felt accepted. Ms. Thompson was the turning point in Teddy’s life.
Years later she would receive a letter from Teddy saying Ms. Thompson thank you, I’m graduating from high school 3rd in my class. 4 years later another letter, Ms. Thompson thank you I’m about to graduate from college 1st in my class. Years later a final letter Ms. Thompson thank you I’m now Dr. Ted I just graduated from medical school. It went on to say I met a girl and I’m getting married and wanted to ask you if you would sit where my mother would have sat if she were still alive.
What a difference it makes when we take the time to hear a persons story. We all should take that time before we judge someone. Give people the benefit of the doubt. Sometimes all it takes is one person to be the difference maker. Think of helping someone as an opportunity, you’ll find there’s no better feeling.
After the wedding Teddy went to Ms. Thompson and again thanked her for all she had done for him back in the 5th grade. Ms. Thompson wearing that same bracelet said no Teddy thank you, you’ll never know how much you taught me.
Here’s a great song I had posted a while back, I thought if you had missed it you’d enjoy it today. I posted it in honor of the Malones and all the time they give for all of us, thank you Robert and Jill! Happy Sunday everyone!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UNdTG4yHJTg
My mother was a well thought of worker in the community who took time off for my very early years. She attended college on athletic scholarships, but during the depression was offered a job and didn't finish. When the time came for me to start school she was recruited for a newly funded school secretary's position. One of many stories was a farmer's son, who frequently showed up smelling faintly of his pre school chores. He was a bright kid, but was a little sloppy with language. Due to teacher mentoring he ended up teaching biochemistry at an Ivy League school. Mother was hesitant to retire because she liked working with the kids so much. That is how education was meant to be, but seems to be largely missing something today.
Many years back, my husband slid his truck off a muddy country road, and ended up on its side in a water-filled ditch. He was able to climb out his door window, and was met by a lady who had stopped to offer help. She told him he was going to be alright, because the Father is with him. My husband turned to see the police car that was approaching, and when he turned back around, the lady had vanished. He has recounted that story dozens of times. He says she was an angel.
I also encountered an angel recently. My husband was in U of M hospital for many weeks, to have numerous surgeries related to renal cancer, which metastasized in his spine. It has been a grueling four months for our family. Many hours of bedside watches, and a diet of coffee and more coffee. I was barely dragging myself around. I got on an elevator with a small number of other people, and as we exited the elevator, an older lady touched my elbow and said she wanted to tell me something. (I am 75, and hunched over from osteoporosis.). She said, "I just wanted to tell you, you look elegant!" She even repeated that. I thanked her and went on, but I wish I could tell her she absolutely lifted me from the depths for those few moments. Indeed, an angel!
We frequently have no idea how we look and sometimes it takes someone else without preconceptions to see how we truly look at any given time as we are frequently our own worst critics.
Thank you, Nealstar. You are right. And since she was an angel, angels only "see" good. And won't that be wonderful!? When we get there, we won't have to "see" sadness or pain or bad-ness.
Always uplifting to have something to look forward to.
Words can indeed be healing! ❤️🙏🏻❤️🙏🏻 to you and yours, Donna.
To my long sainted 8th grade teacher, S.L., who inculcated within us a love of learning and acquiring knowledge for the sheer joy of it and the fact that it was something nobody could ever take away from us. What she taught us over and above the academic subject matter was a far greater gift.
I'm not saying I'm all that bright, but I sure have learned and retained a whole buncha useful stuff. Of course, just a whisper away from 80, some of it takes a while to dredge up, but eventually, it gets to the surface
Relaxing and peaceful Sunday to the crew here in the bunker.
I have always loved that story. The is perfect for the Malone’s. They are a great couple fighting for truth.
Oooh, man James.
That was a tearjerker my friend.
As an old buddy of mine who was a PBR Captain on the Mekong river said, "All sojers cry".
Oh my goodness, James, that story & the song, took my breath away...
I'm going to share this one for sure. Thank you King James!
King James! That’s awesome!
James, have you looked into getting your own column on substack? Wouldn't it be good to have a place to write about all the things you personally love and treasure, and to gift your readers with ideas and advice? I'm sure many readers of Dr. Malone's "News" would happily follow you there, and then you could write as much as you want about any/every thing, and not need to be concerned about going off topic. Room to grow! You deserve it!
Thank You Leo, I appreciate your comment. I’m very conflicted with all of this. I work 6-7 days a week as a carpenter and honestly I try to give a day or two to helping someone if I can. I just turned 60 and I feel my days, trying to keep up with this physical work, are numbered. I don’t want to take away from this great place the good Doctors have created, and have often thought of fading away. At this point it might be the answer. Just in the past day or two I’ve thought of direct messaging Dr. Malone, if I can, and ask if I’m aggravating them, I really truly don’t want to do that. I hope I’m adding to their sub stack not taking away from it, but I honestly don’t know. Soon time will tell. I will do whatever they wish, I very much respect them both.
No! Dont ever stop your musings! I look forward to your comment on every Malone Substack! It amazes me how often you put into words my exact feelings! You have a wonderful outlook on life and are able to articulate your thoughts beautifully! Keep on!
James, maybe do both - Substack could be another source of income. I'm sure people would be more than glad to subscribe for a fee. As long as you're writing here on Dr. Malone's site, you could post the same essays on your own site and find even more followers.
Thank you for your thoughts today, James. It's hard right now trying to focus on so much as it is happening and so hard to be courageously trusting. Yes, the teacher is a part of a bigger, less caring organization, but also, the teacher, as an individual Can and often does make a positive difference.
We are each teachers and simultaneously students.
As I see it, the student is also ultimately responsible for how they incorporate a lesson into their lives. Each moment, each person, each situation a new and unique opportunity!
I hope we all have joy as a lesson today, this beautiful Sunday! If you do, send it out to the rest of the world.
I had a familiar feeling when reading this story, James. When I was a kid, watching "Lassie" was always a risk of having what I now call a 'heart-a-crack'. To this day, I am so sensitive to stories of the heart that I need to choose them when I'm able to be open to big feelings.
What a great story James! Love the song too! Just like the verse- BE KIND TO STRANGERS LEST YE BE ENTERTAINING ANGELS! God bless all and so grateful to the Malones for sharing their gifts with us! 🧡🧡
Thank you, have a Blessed evening!
My eyes have never been so clean. The constant flood of tears have washed all the sand and grit from them. Your story has all the power of love that we all crave. Thank you for the cleansing.
Amen:)
Thank You Travis, I hope they were good tears…
Beautiful song by Jamey Johnson- he has a lovely & comforting voice! Thank you for sharing this link!
Thanks you, James, for this moving story and the song. Reminds us all to be a help to others in need.
A lovely and VERY worthwhile thought mate, and I second that as well.
Thank You Les, I hope my good friend in Australia is doing well!
Thank you James for that beautiful, heartwarming story and song. God bless you dear man. 🙏🙏🙏
Thank you Laura, I appreciate you!!