Dear Venkadesh,
After reading the the following article,I cried.
T.Ramanujam
--- On Wed, 11/19/08, Venkadesh, V [ SGSC - MFG ] <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
From: Venkadesh, V [ SGSC - MFG ] <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: A special story-The art of making people feel special...
To:
Date: Wednesday, November 19, 2008, 2:59 PM
One day Maths 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.
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before
long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered.
"I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't
know others liked me so much," were most of the comments.
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 in
"Kargil" war and his teacher attended the funeral of that special
student. She had never attended Funeral of a serviceman before. He looked so
handsome, so mature.
The place was packed with his friends. One by one those who
loved him took a last walk. The teacher was the last one to bless
.
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as
pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Sanjay's math teacher?" he
asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Sanjay talked about
you a lot."
After the funeral, most of Sanjay's former classmates were
there. Sanjay's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with
his teacher.
"We want to show you something," his father said,
taking a wallet out of his pocket "They found this on Sanjay when he was
killed. We thought you might recognize it."
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces
of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many
times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on
which she had listed all the good things each of Sanjay's classmates had said
about him.
"Thank you so much for doing that," Sanjay's
mother said. "As you can see, Sanjay treasured it."
All of Sanjay's former classmates started to gather around.
Arjun smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in
the top drawer of my desk at home."
Prithwiraj's wife said, " Prithwiraj asked me to put
his in our wedding album."
"I have mine too," Rashmi said. "It's in my diary"
Then Deepali, 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," Deepali 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 Sanjay 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.
And
One Way
To Accomplish This Is: Forward this message on. If you do not send it, you
will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to do something
nice and beautiful. But its upto U to fwd this one.
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 those few minutes right now to forward
this message on, would this be the VERY 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 you'll be at reaching out
to those you care about.
Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put
into the lives of others comes back into your own.
May Your Day Be Blessed As Special As You!
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