Sometimes you read or hear a story and it touches you so deeply, you never forget it. This story is like that–for me, anyway. I first heard it when a pastor shared it in a sermon about 20 years ago. It was first published in the 1970’s in a magazine called Home Life, and there are actually two versions of it, but the version I’m sharing is the one I heard first. I like to think it’s a true story, because it has such a beautiful ending. Read it and you’ll see…
THE TEACHER by Elizabeth Silance Ballard
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 the 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 pen, making bold X’s and then putting a big “F” at the top of his papers.
At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child’s past records and she put Teddy’s off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.
Teddy’s first grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners… he is a joy to be around.”
His second grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is an excellent student, well-liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle.”
His third grade teacher wrote, “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Teddy’s fourth grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is withdrawn and doesn’t show much interest in school. He doesn’t have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class.”
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 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 of 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, second 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.”
What a difference this teacher made in that little boy’s life! It just shows you what a little compassion, caring, love, and encouragement can do. It can make a huge impact, and it’s something we all can do. This story is a good reminder for me, and I hope it is for you, too!
Is there anyone who has made a life-changing impact on you?
I’m in tears…first relating to Teddy losing his mother so young, like my grandson and wondering if someone will always keep the light inside him. I had two favorite teachers, who helped me at a rough time when my brother was in Viet Nam and injured. I know from reading stories of the events at Sandy Hook, there were many teachers who also made a difference. Nancy, this is a great post; thank you, XOXO
You’re welcome Susan. I remember several teachers who gave me a lot of encouragement, too. Teachers make such an impact on young lives!
True story or untrue, It made us think if we have done the same encouraging act to people we meet.
Yes, it’s a great lesson on encouraging others!
May I repost? Thanks
Yes, that’s fine to share it!
What a great post! You’re right –it’s one of those stories that touches you so deeply that you never forget. Thanks for sharing Nancy.
You’re welcome, Anne. It’s good to be reminded of how we can make a difference, isn’t it?
I HAVE MANY TEACHERS WHO HAVE GIVEN ME ENCOURAGEMENT OVER THE YEARS. THEY HAVE HELPED MOLD ME INTO WHO I AM TODAY. FOR THAT I AM THANKFUL. (JUST TO LET YOU KNOW, THIS STORY ABOVE IS JUST A STORY. THE AUTHOR IS STILL ALIVE. GOOGLE IT) THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES OF ALL OF THOSE GOOD PEOPLE OUT THERE SHARING THEIR WISDOM WITH US.
Thanks for letting me know about the story…I will have to google the Author! I always wondered if it really happened.
Very nice Nancy. Thanks so much for posting this.
what a lovely story, I’m going to send this to my sister, a teacher, a band director actually, how she manages 250 kids a day i’ll never understand…thanks for sharing nancyc….sarah
Wow–250 kids! I don’t know how she does it either! 🙂
Unfortunately, this isn’t a true story (snopes.com) It could change the way some people see some children and make a difference.
Yes, someone else mentioned it wasn’t a true story. It does have a lot of truth, though, in the way people judge outward appearances and how you really can make an important difference in someone’s life…
I love this story!
After I posted it, several people have told me it’s not a true story…but I still like it! 🙂
I taught Kindergarten for years.. this brought me to tears this morning. Thank you so much for reminding me why I loved my relationships with my students. xx
You’re welcome, Barbara…I still remember my Kindergarten teacher–she was so sweet!