Never too Busy For A Friend

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  1. Never too Busy For A Friend

    One day a teacher asked her students to list
    the names of the other students in the room on two
    sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

    Then she told them to think of the nicest thing
    they could say about each 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 room, each one handed in the papers.

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

    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 one another. That
    group of students moved on.

    Several years later, one of the students was
    killed inVietNam and his teacher attended
    the funeral ofthat special student. She
    had never seen a serviceman in a military
    coffin before. He lookedso handsome, so

    The church was packed with his friends.
    One by onethose who loved him took a last
    walk by the coffin. The teacher was the
    last one to bless the coffin.

  2. ( continued ) Never too busy for a friend.

    As she stood there, one of the soldiers
    who acted as pallbearer came up to her.
    "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he
    asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Mark
    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.

    Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two
    worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously
    been taped, folded and refolded many times. The
    teacherknew without looking that the papers
    were 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," Mark's
    mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured

    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
    in our wedding album."

    "I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary"

    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
    know when that one day will be.

    So please, tell the people you love and care for, that
    they are special and important. Tell them, before it

    is too late.
  3. All it takes is a little love to transform a life. We are created with a need to give and receive love and are not complete without it.

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