I came across the following touching story many years ago –
Jean Thompson stood in front of her fifth grade class on the very first day of school in the fall and told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her pupils and said that she loved them all the same, that she would treat them all alike. And that was impossible because there in front of her, slumped in his seat on the third row, was a boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed he didn’t play well with the other children, that his clothes were unkept and that he constantly needed a bath.
And Teddy was unpleasant. It got to the point during the first few months that she would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X’s and then marking the F at the top of the paper biggest of all. Because Teddy was a sullen little boy, no one else seemed to enjoy him either.
At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child’s records and put Teddy’s off until last. When she opened his file, she was in for a surprise. His first-grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is a bright, inquisitive child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and had good manners… he is a joy to be around.”
His second-grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is an excellent student, well-like by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be struggle.”
His third-grade teacher wrote, “Teddy continues to work hard but his mother’s death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn’t show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren’t taken.”
Teddy’s fourth-grade teacher write, “Teddy is withdrawn and doesn’t show much interest in school. He doesn’t have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class. He is tardy and could become a problem.”
By now Mrs. Thompson realized the problem but Christmas was coming fast. It was all she could do, with the school play and all, until the day before the holidays began and she was suddenly forced to focus on Teddy Stoddard. Her children brought her presents, all in gay ribbon and bright paper, except for Teddy’s, which was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper of a scissored 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 cologne. She stifled the children’s laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume behind the other wrist.
Teddy Stoddard stayed behind 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 speaking. Instead, she began to teach children. Jean Thompson paid particular attention to one they all called “Teddy.” As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. On days there would be an important test, Mrs. Thompson would remember that cologne. By the end of the year he had become one of the smartest children in the class and… well, he had also become the “pet” of the teacher who had once vowed to love all her children exactly the same.
A year later she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that of all the teachers he’d had in elementary school, she was his favorite. 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 his favorite teacher of all time. 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 graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson she was still his favorite teacher.
Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he had got his bachelor’s degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still his favorite teacher but that 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 to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and was wondering… well, if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the pew usually reserved for the mother of the groom. You’ll have to decide for yourself whether or not she word that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. But, I bet on that special day, Jean Thompson smelled just like… well, just like she smelled many years before, on that last day of school, before the Christmas holiday began.
You never can tell what type of impact you may make on another’s life by your actions or lack of action. Sometimes just a smile on the street to a passing stranger can make a difference we could never imagine. Would it be nice if we all could have this impact on people?
I love this story. It reminds us that we should try to get to know each other. It is easy to misjudge a situation. It reminds us of how one life can affect another life. It reminds us that a teacher who shows care and concern can have a positive effect.
If one fact-checks this story, one finds that the story is a work of fiction. It was penned by Elizabeth Ballard in 1974. It was printed in HomeLife Magazine (a Baptist publication) in 1974, and again in 1976. Radio giant Paul Harvey read this story on his radio broadcast April 4, 1998. Many have mistakenly believed it to be non-fiction.
Still, one life can affect another. This is why Paul instructed Timothy, “Be an example to the believers in word, in conduct, in love, in spirit, in faith, in purity” (1 Timothy 4:12). This is why Jesus said, “Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven” (Matthew 5:16).
Love “bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things” (1 Corinthians 13:7). Let’s notice: (1) Bears all things. The original word (stego) means “to cover, to keep confidential” (B.A.G.); “to cover, to protect by covering” (Thayer). “Instead of trying to broadcast all the dirt and filth we know about other people through gossip, let us speak of others the best we can. Let us quietly work to help others correct their faults” (Williams, The More Excellent Way, pp. 37-28). (2) Believes all things. “Love looks for the best in others and gives the benefit of the doubt” (Dodson, Brown Trail class notes). (3) Hopes all things. “Love worketh for all, even the worst, hoping they will repent” (Lipscomb, Gospel Advocate Commentary on 1 Corinthians, p. 199). Love sees potential and tries to bring out the best in others. (4) Endures all things. The original word (hupomeno) means, “to remain i.e. abide, not recede or flee” (Thayer). Love is not flighty. It is not fair-weathered. Progress sometimes takes time. Let us lovingly try to help other (Luke 10:36-37; Galatians 6:1-2; James 2:15-16; 5:19-20).