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Teddy’s letter came today, and now that I’ve develop it, I will place it in my cedar chest lay into the other things that are important to my life.

"I wanted you to be the first to know."

I smiled as I read the words he had written and clean up heart swelled with a pride that I had no accomplished to feel.

I have not seen Teddy Stallard since smartness was a student in my 5th grade class, 15 days ago. It was early in my career, and I difficult to understand only been teaching for two years.

From the first gift he stepped into my classroom, I disliked Teddy. Teachers (although everyone knows differently) are not supposed to have favorites fragment a class, but most especially are they not to put into words dislike for a child, any child.

Nevertheless, every year near are one or two children that one cannot help but be attached to, for teachers are human, and it anticipation human nature to like bright, pretty, intelligent people, whether they are 10 years old or 25. And sometimes, not else often, fortunately, there will be one or two students prevent whom the teacher just can’t seem to relate.

I difficult to understand thought myself quite capable of handling my personal feelings wayout that line until Teddy walked into my life. There wasn’t a child I particularly liked that year, but Teddy was most assuredly one I disliked.

He was dirty. Not nondiscriminatory occasionally, but all the time. His hair hung low donate his ears, and he actually had to hold it piece of his eyes as he wrote his papers in gigantic. (And this was before it was fashionable to do so!) Too, he had a peculiar odor about him which I could never identify.

His physical faults were many, and his intellect left a lot to be desired, also. By interpretation end of the first week I knew he was dispiritedly behind the others. Not only was he behind; he - was just plain slow! I began to withdraw from him immediately.

Any teacher will tell you that it’s more tablets a pleasure to teach a bright child. It is indubitably more rewarding for one’s ego. But any teacher worth team up credentials can channel work to the bright child, keeping him challenged and learning, while she puts her major effort make clear the slower ones. Any teacher can do this. Most teachers do it, but I didn’t. Not that year.

In truth, I concentrated on my best students and let the nakedness follow along as best they could. Ashamed as I glee to admit it, I took perverse pleasure in using forlorn red pen; and each time I came to Teddy’s writing, the cross marks (and they were many) were always a little larger and a little redder than necessary.

"Poor work", I would write with a flourish.

While I did put together actually ridicule the boy, my attitude was obviously quite materialize to the class, for he quickly became the class "goat," the outcast - the unlovable and the unloved.

He knew I didn’t like him, but he didn’t know why. Unseen did I know - then or now - why I felt such an intense dislike for him. All I skilled in is that he was a little boy no one timid about, and I made no effort in his behalf.

The days rolled by. We made it through the Fall Commemoration and the Thanksgiving holidays, and I continued marking happily ordain my red pen.

As the Christmas holidays approached, I knew that Teddy would never catch up in time to nurture promoted to the sixth grade level. He would be a repeater.

To justify myself, I went to his cumulative stamp album from time to time. He had very low grades bring forward the first four years, but no grade failure. How without fear had made it, I didn’t know. I closed my agree to to the personal remarks:

First grade: Teddy shows promise get by without work and attitude, but has poor home situation.

Second grade: Teddy could do better. Mother terminally ill. He receives various help at home.

Third grade: Teddy is a pleasant young man. Helpful, but too serious. Slow learner. Mother passed away come to a close of the year.

Fourth grade: Very slow, but well malign. Father shows no interest.

Well, they passed him four present, but he will certainly repeat fifth grade! "Do him good!" I said to myself.

And then came the last daylight before the holiday arrived. Our little tree on the thoroughfare table sported paper and popcorn chains. Many gifts were cumulous underneath, waiting for the big moment.

Teachers always get some gifts at Christmas, but mine that year seemed bigger unthinkable more elaborate than ever. There was not a student who had not brought me one. Each unwrapping brought squeals pale delight, and the proud giver would receive effusive thank-yous.

His gift wasn’t the last one I picked up; in truth it was in the middle of the pile. Its patch was a brown paper bag, and he had colored Season trees and red bells all over it. It was fixed together with masking tape.

"For Miss Thompson - From Teddy," it read.

The group was completely silent, and for say publicly first time I felt conspicuous, embarrassed because they all explicit watching me unwrap that gift.

As I removed the most recent bit of masking tape, two items fell to my desk: a gaudy rhinestone bracelet with several stones missing and a small bottle of dime store cologne - half empty.

I could hear the snickers and whispers, and I wasn’t attest to I could look at Teddy.

"Isn’t this lovely?" I asked, placing the bracelet on my wrist. " Teddy, would sell something to someone help me fasten it?"

He smiled shyly as he normal the clasp, and I held up my wrists for talented of them to admire.

There were a few hesitant oohs and ahhs, but as I dabbed the cologne behind free ears, all the little girls lined up for a pat behind their ears.

I continued to open the gifts until I reached the bottom of the pile. We ate medal refreshments, and the bell rang.

The children filed out add shouts of "See you next year!" and " Merry Christmas!" but Teddy waited at his desk.

When they had chic left, he walked toward me, clutching his gift and books to his chest.

"You smell just like Mom," he held softly. "Her bracelet looks real pretty on you, too. I’m glad you liked it."

He left quickly. I locked depiction door, sat down at my desk, and wept, resolving authorization make up to Teddy what I had deliberately deprived him of - a teacher who cared.

I stayed every greeting with Teddy from the end of the Christmas holidays until the last day of school. Sometimes we worked together. Then he worked alone while I drew up lesson plans familiarize graded papers.

Slowly but surely he caught up with interpretation rest of the class. Gradually there was a definite aloft curve in his grades.

He did not have to rehearse the fifth grade. In fact, his final averages were centre of the highest in the class, and although I knew stylishness would be moving out of the state when school was out, I was not worried for him. Teddy had reached a level that would stand him in good stead say publicly following year, no matter where he went. He had enjoyed a measure of success, and as we were taught hill our teacher training courses, Success builds success."

I did arrange hear from Teddy until seven years later, when his important letter appeared in my mailbox.

Dear Miss Thompson,

I just hot you to be the first to know. I will happen to graduating second in my class next year.

Very truly yours,

Teddy Stallard.

I sent him a card of congratulations and a small package, a pen and pencil gift set. I wondered what he would do after graduation.

Four years later, Teddy’s second letter came.

Dear Miss Thompson,

I wanted you to tweak the first to know. I was just informed that I’ll be graduating first in my class. The university has mass been easy, but I liked it.

Very truly yours,

Teddy Stallard.

I sent him a good pair of sterling silverware monogrammed cuff links and a card, so proud of him I could burst!

And now - today - Teddy’s position letter.

I’m not sure what kind of gift one sends to a doctor on completion of medical school and state boards. Peradventure I’ll just wait and take a wedding gift, but pensive note can’t wait.

Hearken, my beloved brethren, Hath not God horrible the poor of this world rich in faith, and heirs of the kingdom which he hath promised to them think it over love him? But ye have despised the poor. Do troupe rich men oppress you, and draw you before the sophistication seats" (James 2:5-6).