A Joyful Noise!

U.C.M. Newsletter of Joy, Humor, Laughter, and Inspiration

 

Editor: Rev. Doti Boon

http://safedoti@aol.com

Vol. 9 pg. 48 (12-2-10)

All UCM Charters are encouraged to utilize the Joyful Noise to advertise upcoming classes and events.

AFFIRMATION

I am a spiritual teacher and a prayer warrior.

          I would like to thank the teachers of the world: those tireless men and women, who teach us how to read, write, think, create and enjoy learning. They are there for us – sometimes when we are not there for ourselves.

          One of my children’s greatest teachers was Mr. Fred Rogers – his Neighborhood was a fantastic place to learn that some days weren’t beautiful, they weren’t always happy and in fact there were some that were really sad. He taught my boys healthy ways of dealing with their feelings – ways that didn’t hurt them or anyone else – he helped to make our world a safer, better place. Mr. Rogers would say, “In every neighborhood, all across our country, there are good people insisting on a good start for the young, and doing something about it.”

          Mr. Rogers often said from the television, “I like you just the way you are.” And he was willing to help children express their feelings in ways that would bring healing in many different neighborhoods.

          “When I was very young, most of my childhood heroes wore capes, flew through the air, or picked up buildings with one arm. They were spectacular and got a lot of attention. But as I grew, my heroes changed, so that now I can honestly say that anyone who does anything to help teach a child – is a hero to me.”

                    Fred McFeely Rogers – 3-20-28 to 2-28-2003

If you can read this, thank a teacher!

A Fantastic Teacher Story

          As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth.  Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same.  However, 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 did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath.  In addition, 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 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 surprised.  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 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 he sometimes sleeps in class.”

          By now, 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 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 children started to laugh when she saw there was 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, writing and arithmetic.  Instead, she began to teach children.         

          Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy.  As she worked with him, his mind came alive.  The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded.  By the end of the year, Teddy became 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 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, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in 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 had 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 further.  The letter explained 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, MD.

          That spring, there was another letter.  Teddy explained he had met a wonderful girl and was going to be married.  He explained his father had died a couple of years ago and he wondered if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place usually reserved for the mother of the groom.  Of course, Mrs. Thompson did.  And she wore the bracelet, with several rhinestones missing.  Moreover, she made sure she wore 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 for believing in me and making me feel important.”

          Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes 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.”

          (For you that don’t know, Teddy Stoddard is the doctor at Iowa Methodist in Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.)  Warm someone’s hearts today . . . pass this along.  I love this story so very much, I cry every time I read it.  You can make a difference in someone’s life today! Just “do

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Student Jokes

Pupil (on phone):  My son has a bad cold and won’t be able to come to school today.

School Secretary: Who is this?

Pupil: This is my father speaking!

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Teacher:  You missed school yesterday didn’t you?

Pupil:  Not very much!

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Great news, teacher says we have a test today come rain or shine.

So what’s so great about that?

It’s snowing outside!

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Mother:  How was your first day at school?

Son:  It was all right except for some man called “Teacher” who kept spoiling all our fun!

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Mother:  Does your teacher like you?

Son:  Like me, she loves me.  Look at all those X’s on my test paper!

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Teacher:  You aren’t paying attention to me. Are you having trouble hearing?

Pupil:  No, teacher I’m having trouble listening!

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