The story of Teddy Stoddard
(author unknown)
There
is a story many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson.
And as she stood in front of her 5th grade class on her very first day of
school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her
students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible,
because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named
Teddy Stoddard.
Mrs. Thompson
had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the
other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a
bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson
would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red
By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she
was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her
Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for
Teddy's. His present which was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that
he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of
the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a
rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one
quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she
exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the
perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long
enough to say, Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to."
After the children left she cried for at least an hour.
On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and
writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson
paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to
come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of
the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and,
despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one
her "teacher's pets."
A year later, she found a note under her door, from
Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole
life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote
that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the
best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Four years after that, she got
another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in
school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the
highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and
favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life. Then four more years passed and
yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his
bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that
she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a
little longer-the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D.
The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet
another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be
married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was
wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that
was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did.
And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones
missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered
his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other,
and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs.
Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important
and showing me that I could make a difference." Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes,
whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it
all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I
didn't know how to teach until I met you."
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