-----Original Message----- From: Jeremy Bouwer [mailto:[email protected]] Sent: Monday, September 20, 1999 10:54 AM To: '[email protected]'; '[email protected]'; '[email protected]'; '[email protected]'; '[email protected]'; '[email protected]'; '[email protected]'; '[email protected]'; '[email protected]' Cc: Kristiina Kuhn Subject: FW: FW: Make sure you read this! Importance: High
> > > >> > > >> >-----Original Message----- > >> >From: VanRooyen, Natasha N > >> >Sent: 14 September 1999 10:39 > >> >To: Ramorei, Paula P; Holmes, Ashley A; Pedall, Sonja S; > Rufener, > >> >Sandra SG; Behrends, Simon S; Gilbert, Chantelle C; VanRooyen, Marion > >> >MA; Motara, Saajida; Lobay, Rochelle R; Stakes, Ronelle C; 'Terence > >> >Temlett'; '[email protected]'; Crouch, Merle M > >> >Subject: FW: FW: Make sure you read this! > >> >Importance: High > >> > > >> > > >> > > >> >dNatasha Van Rooyend > >> >American Depository Receipts > >> >Tel No: (011) 636-7535 > >> >Fax No: (011) 636-4921/3817/8708 > >> >[email protected] > >> > >> > >> ALL GOOD THINGS > >> > >> He was in the first third grade class I taught at > >> Saint Mary's School in Morris, Minn. All 34 of > >> my students were dear to me, but Mark Eklund was > >> one in a million. Very neat in appearance, but > >> had that happy-to-be-alive attitude that made > >> even his occasional mischievousness delightful. > >> > >> Mark talked incessantly. I had to remind him > >> again and again that talking without permission > >> was not acceptable. What impressed me so much, > >> though, was his sincere response every time I > >> had to correct him for misbehaving - > >> > >> "Thank you for correcting me, Sister!" > >> I didn't know what to make of it at first, but > >> before long I became accustomed to hearing it > >> many times a day. > >> > >> One morning my patience was growing thin when > >> Mark talked once too often, and then I made a > >> novice-teacher's mistake. I looked at Mark and > >> said, "If you say one more word, I am going to > >> tape your mouth shut!" > >> It wasn't ten seconds later when Chuck blurted > >> out, "Mark is talking again." I hadn't asked any > >> of the students to help me watch Mark, but since > >> I had stated the punishment in front of the > >> class, I had to act on it. > >> > >> I remember the scene as if it had occurred this > >> morning. I walked to my desk, very deliberately > >> opened by drawer and took out a roll of masking > >> tape. Without saying a word, I proceeded to > >> Mark's desk, tore off two pieces of tape and > >> made a big X with them over his mouth. I then > >> returned to the front of the room. > >> > >> As I glanced at Mark to see how he was doing, he > >> winked at me. That did it!! I started > >> laughing. The class cheered as I walked back to > >> Mark's desk, removed the tape, and shrugged my > >> shoulders. His first words were, "Thank you for > >> correcting me, Sister." > >> > >> At the end of the year, I was asked to teach > >> junior-high math. The years flew by, and before > >> I knew it Mark was in my classroom again. He > >> was more handsome than ever and just as polite. > >> > >> Since he had to listen carefully to my > >> instruction in the "new math," he did not talk > >> as much in ninth grade as he had in third. One > >> > >> Friday, things just didn't feel right. We had > >> worked hard on a new concept all week, and I > >> sensed that the students were frowning, > >> frustrated with themselves - and edgy with one > >> another. I had to stop this crankiness before > >> it got out of hand. So I asked them to list the > >> names of the other students in the room on two > >> sheets of paper, leaving a space between each > >> name. Then I 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 me the papers. Charlie smiled. > >> Mark said, "Thank you for teaching me, Sister. > >> Have a good weekend." That Saturday, I wrote > >> down the name of each student on a separate > >> sheet of paper, and I listed what everyone else > >> had said about that individual. On Monday I > >> gave each student his or her list. Before long, > >> the entire class was smiling. "Really?" I > >> heard whispered. "I never knew that meant > >> anything to anyone!" "I didn't know others liked me so > >> much." No one ever mentioned those papers in > >> class again. I 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 again. > >> > >> That group of students moved on. Several years > >> later, after I returned from vacation, my parents met me at the > airport. > >> As > >> we were driving home, Mother asked me the usual > >> questions about the trip - the weather, my > >> experiences in general. There was a lull in the > >> conversation. Mother gave Dad a side-ways glance and simply > >> says, "Dad?" My father cleared his throat as he > >> usually did before something important. "The > >> > >> Eklunds called last night," he began. > >> "Really?" I said. "I haven't heard from them > >> in years. I wonder how Mark is." > >> > >> Dad responded quietly. "Mark was killed in > >> Vietnam," he said. "The funeral is tomorrow, > >> and his parents would like it if you could > >> attend." > >> > >> To this day I can still point to the exact spot > >> on I-494 where Dad told me about Mark. > >> > >> I had never seen a serviceman in a military > >> coffin before. Mark looked so handsome, so > >> mature. All I could think at that moment was, > >> > >> "Mark I would give all the masking tape in the > >> world if only you would talk to me." > >> The church was packed with Mark's friends. > >> Chuck's sister sang "The Battle Hymn of the > >> Republic." Why did it have to rain on the day > >> of the funeral? It was difficult enough at the > >> graveside. The pastor said the usual prayers, > >> and the bugler played taps. One by one those > >> who loved Mark took a last walk by the coffin > >> and sprinkled it with holy water. I was the > >> last one to bless the coffin. As I stood there, > >> one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came > >> up to me. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he > >> asked. I nodded as I continued to stare at the > >> coffin. "Mark talked about you a lot," he said. > >> > >> After the funeral, most of Mark's former > >> classmates headed to Chuck's farmhouse for lunch. > >> > >> Mark's mother and father were there, obviously > >> waiting for me. "We want to show you something," > >> his father said, taking a wallet out of his > >> pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was > >> killed. We thought you might recognise it." > >> Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two > >> worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously > >> been taped, folded and refolded many times. I > >> knew without looking that the papers were the > >> ones on which I 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 > >> it." > >> > >> Mark's classmates started to gather around us. > >> 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 without > >> batting an eyelash. "I think we all saved our > >> lists." > >> > >> That's when I finally sat down and cried. I > >> cried for Mark and for all his friends who would > >> never see him again. > >> > >> THE END > >> > >> Written by: Sister Helen P. Mrosla > >> > >> The purpose of this letter is to encourage > >> everyone to compliment the people you love and > >> care about. We often tend to forget the > >> importance of showing our affections and love. > >> > >> Sometimes the smallest of things, could mean the > >> most to another. I am asking you, to please send > >> this letter around and spread the message and > >> encouragement, to express your love and caring by > >> complimenting and being open with communication. > >> 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, > >> I beg of you, to tell the people you love and > >> care for, that they are special and important. > >> Tell them, before it is too late. > >> > >> Within 1 hour you must send it to other people. > >> > >> Within five days you will have a miraculous > >> occurrence in your relationships. You may find > >> new love or have an old love rekindled. > >> > >> If you do not send it, you will have, once again > >> passed up the opportunity to do something loving > >> and beautiful and continue the trend that gives > >> you problems in your relationships. > >> > >> If you've received this it is because someone > >> cares for you and it means there is probably at > >> least someone for whom you care. If you're too > >> busy to take the few minutes that it would take > >> right now to forward this to ten people, would > >> it be the first time you didn't do that little > >> thing that would make a difference in your > >> relationships? > >> The more people that you send this to, the > >> better luck you will have. And the better you'll > >> get at reaching out to those you care about. > >> > >> Here's the deal: > >> Forward this letter to at least 10 different > >> people; within 1 hour of receiving it. Do it, > >> and reap what you sow: luck in love, people who > >> care for you, and that warm feeling that comes > >> from loving others. > >> > >> Dr Jill Farrant > >> Department of Botany > >> University of Cape Town > >> SOUTH AFRICA > >> > >> > >> ---- 26-08-99 12.55 ---- Sent to --------------------------- > >> ABSA.ABAP084 PIETERSE,ALIDA AC 5010669 S93 > >> ABSA.ABAS116 SHILUBANE,AUBREY AH 5004660 S93 > >> ABSA.ABMR294 ROSENBERG,MARCIA M 5020839 U80 > >> ABSA.ABCB469 BOTHMA,KARIEN CA 5033228 S93 > >> ABSA.KURUPT MASHIGO,KEVIN KT 5037420 S93 > >> [email protected] > >> [email protected] > >> [email protected] > >> [email protected] > >> [email protected] > >> [email protected] > >> a...@abgj000 > >> [email protected] > >> [email protected] > >> [email protected] > >> [email protected] > >> [email protected] > >> [email protected] > >> [email protected] > >> [email protected] > >> [email protected] > >> [email protected] > >> [email protected] > >> [email protected] > >> [email protected] > >> [email protected] > >> [email protected] > >> [email protected] > >> [email protected] > >> [email protected] > >> [email protected] > >> [email protected] > >> [email protected] > >> > > > > > "Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence. Talent will > not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius > will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; > the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and > determination alone are omnipotent." > > Gerrard Foster > Interface Developer > All Things Digital (Pty) Ltd > "Innovative Solutions for a Developing South Africa" > 171 Katherine St, Sandton 2146, South Africa > Tel: (+27)-011-444-1680 ext:1022 > Fax: (+27)-011-444-1688 > Cellular:(+27 82) 468 6965 > Website: <<http://www.atd.co.za>> > Email: <<mailto:[email protected]>> > -- The silver-list is a moderated forum for discussion of colloidal silver. To join or quit silver-list or silver-digest send an e-mail message to: [email protected] -or- [email protected] with the word subscribe or unsubscribe in the SUBJECT line. To post, address your message to: [email protected] List maintainer: Mike Devour <[email protected]>
