There is a an old story of an elementary teacher.
Her name was Mrs. Rimon. 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 Robin Stoddard. Mrs. Rimon had watched Robin 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 Robin could be unpleasant.
It got to the point where Mrs. Rimon 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. Rimon taught, she was required to review each child's past
records and she put Robin's off until last. However, when she reviewed his
file, she was in for a surprise. Robin's first grade teacher wrote, "Robin
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,
"Robin 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."
Robin's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Robin
is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many
friends and sometimes sleeps in class." By now, Mrs. Rimon 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 Robin's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper
that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Rimon 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. Robin Stoddard stayed after school that day just long
enough to say, "Mrs. Rimon, 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. Rimon paid particular attention to Robin.
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, Robin had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite
her lie that she would love all the children the same, Robin became one her
"teacher's pets." A year later, she found a note under her door, from
Robin, 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 Robin. 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. Rimon 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. Robin 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. Rimon might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was
usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Rimon did. And
guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing.
And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Robin remembered his mother
wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each, and Dr. Stoddard whispered
in Mrs. Rimon's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Rimon for believing in me. Thank you
so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a
difference." Mrs. Rimon, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said,
"Robin, 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."
