STORY OF Mrs. THOMPSON (SCHOOL TEACHER)... Heart touching story
avtar
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story ...
There is a story many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name was
Mrs. Thompson. 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 Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had
watched Teddy 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 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 where Mrs. Thompson taught, 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 in for a surprise.
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 soon 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Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't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
sometimes sleeps in class."
By now, Mrs. Thompson 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
Teddy's. His present which was clumsily wrapped in the 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 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.
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, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began
to teach children.
Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. 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, Teddy had become 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 still 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 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. Thompson 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.
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> Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. 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, Teddy had become 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."
>
Teddy was definitely smacking that ass!
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One day, years later, Sir Thompson died and at the reading of his will, the probate lawyer, Mr. Marcus Comjunkillian Foxtwat Esq. III referenced a mysterious "Lorelei". No one present knew or understood the reference. But forty-three years and twelve weeks later, a seemingly ancient woman walked into Mr. Foxtwat Esq. III's office, and without a word, upheld in her gentle, silky-wrinkled hand a rhinestone bracelet with many stones missing. Foxtwat was bewildered, not understanding the great cosmic significance of the gesture. The elderly woman spoke, "Mr. Foxtwat Esq. III, I am Lorelei, Sir Thompson's secret lover of many, many eons. He and I conceived a beautiful but autistic savant named Gerald, who despite his arrant absence of general human empathy and social contract, devoted his adult life to providing food and aid to starving children of Cambodia, much like his father. Before passing away from raspberry dysentery, Gerald came home and while searching the attic for senna, happened upon this beautiful crappy bracelet. We spent fourteen extra, dysentery-filled years tracing its origins back to his grandmother, Mrs. Thompson, a strange woman who used to be mean to kids who lost their moms to cancer but grew out of it and stopped teaching math for some reason. Now at long last Gerald is dead which means I can finally get the house authentically clean and we can return the bracelet to its rightful owner once and for all."
Foxtwat was nonplussed, and informed Lorelei that Sir Thompson loved her very much notwithstanding the latent infections, and had gone through a great legal process to fashion his last will and testament to leave the very bracelet to his beloved Lorelei, the very bracelet which she had unbenownst to her always possessed in the far nook-and-cranny of her attic, unearthed by an anally-leaking Gerald in an emotionless-but-determined autistic adamantine determination.
"Though I love my Sir Thompson, and I know he loved me, and I know he wished for me to carry this bracelet for all time, I do not wish it. And if it be my property according to his will, then it is also my right to decide what to do with it. And that's why I'm here."
Foxtwat trembled, knowing what was next. A few moments later, they were calling and google searching for the direct descendants of one Limon Creed Stoddard, MD. They found a daughter, Camillicent Fricasee. Lorelei arranged to meet Camillicent for ginseng tea and deliver the bracelet.
"May your travels be safe and infection-free," Foxtwat said to Lorelei, "and don't hesitate to call me should trouble befall you in some relevant personal-injury sort of way." Foxtwat and Lorelei embraced and wept together for one hundred thousand years. As they did, he whispered into her ear, "Thank you for teaching me about the value of what's important and loving in the goodness of what's right and valuable." And then she was on her way.
In a picayune, daisy-studded outdoor cafe with wrought-iron dining chairs and tables, Lorelei say, awaiting the illustrious Camillicent. Her heart raced, as years and generations of hugging and hand-holding had seemed to bring her and the universe to this moment in time.
"You look just as Sir Thompson described you," a strangely furrowed voice spoke from behind her. Lorelei turned, and heart throat clenched in surprised. She knew she's somewhat recognized the accent of the voice that just spoke to her. There before her stood a Cambodian woman: "Most people know me as Camilicent, but my family name is Achariya Nuon Phary Putra Champun Sov Srey Kannarethka Vibol-Oudom." Lorelei swallowed, her throat clicked: "Hello Achariya Nuon Phary Putra Champun Sov Srey Kannarethka Vibol-Oudom, my name is Lorelei. Are you from Cambodia?" "Yes," Achariya Nuon Phary Putra Champun Sov Srey Kannarethka Vibol-Oudom replied, "I lived their for most of my childhood and young-adult life. We were starving, destitute, living under corrupt junta regime. And then our lives were changed by an angel, a wonderment of a human being that we only new as Sir Thompson."
Lorelei gasped. "But..... but.... Sir Thomps-.... that was my beloved. My husband!" "Yes I know," Achariya Nuon Phary Putra Champun Sov Srey Kannarethka Vibol-Oudom replied. "I know more about you than you think...... momma."
It was at this moment that Lorelei understood why the voice seemed so familiar. It was at this moment that the glint in Achariya Nuon Phary Putra Champun Sov Srey Kannarethka Vibol-Oudom's eyes rang the more distant bells in Lorelei's memories. "It can't be!" she said.
"Yes, momma. It's Gerald." "But... you're dead!" she cried, "i saw you die. You were dead!"
"It seemed that way. But were it not for the loving and fastidious contributions of Dr. Stoddard and his minionites, I never would have discovered my latent HSV-2 infection that protected me from death. Stoddard had learned years ago from his time diligently researching a cure for cancer, whom he'd lost his dear mother to, that latent HSV-2 infections exhibit strange thyroid and hormonal effects when coupled with the Vibrio cholerae bacterium responsible for my dysentery. The combined effect, in rare cases, can instill a hyper-inductive coma that resembles death to the average layperson and even less-skilled coroners. I looked and smelled dead. But i wasn't dead. I was alive, momma. I was alive."
"GERALD!"
Gerald Achariya Nuon Phary Putra Champun Sov Srey Kannarethka Vibol-Oudom continued, "When I came to, I pulled myself gingerly from the cold aluminum of the morgue sliding table, and fashioned myself a gown from the available tapestry from the staff lounge with the donuts. During my escape, I caught a reflection of myself in the window, and though I looked very pretty in the Cambodian-paisley print. It was then that I realized that I have always felt I was a woman trapped in a man's body."
"OH MY JACKRABBIT CHRIST!"
Gerald et. al continued, "I stole away to Johns Hopkins, where I was admitted as a special test case for sexual reassignment, and after three years of terror I became the woman you see before you. I felt whole again, and this was all the impetus I needed to travel back to Cambodia, where I have been working diligently for millennia bringing food and shelter and protecting the young from HSV and dysentery. I don't care so much whether they get it or not, one way or another, because of my autism, but it gave me a greater sense of purpose and meaning in life to focus on what I truly loved doing."
Lorelei could not longer contain herself, and lept from her chair, which toppled with a wrought-iron CLANG on the sidewalk as she ran to Gerald ad nau., and threw her arms around her. "My baby!" They held each other and wept for eight trillion years straight. After the last supernova in the extant universe, they parted and Lorelei held up the bejeweled, crusty bracelet with several rhinestones missing. "This belonged to Mrs. Thompson, to whom it'd been entrusted by a grieving Dr. Stoddard as a reminder of her kindness to him during his grieving of his lost mother, which eventually somehow ended up in the hands of Sir Thompson and theretofore in his lowly attic, after he had had his illicit transaction with you for 40 French Polynesian Francs, and followed you back to his home when the two of you eloped, where eventually i discovered it in my frenzied search for a colon relaxant, and kept it with me until such time that we could be together again."
"Momma, you taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know I could, nor did I care because of my autism, until I found the bracelet."
"No, my sweet Gerald Achariya Nuon Phary Putra Champun Sov Srey Kannarethka Vibol-Oudom; you have it all wrong. It was YOU who taught me these things. You taught me that HSV and dysentery and starving children in Cambodia and tourists visiting Bora Bora are not things to be feared, but to be experienced, and folded into the love of life and joy like everything else. That's what the bracelet always meant to me, and that's why I wanted it for you."
"Oh, momma," and they embraced once more.
"Oh my sweet child. Let's conquer the world and HSV and Cambodia together."
And with that they time-travelled back to the present day by removing anything of the current time period around them and dressing like normal citizens of early 21st century Cambodia, and then fell asleep and awoke in the present day, and they pursue their dreams and later took Lou Ferrigno out to ginseng tea.
Random acts of kindness, I think, they say smugly like you should know without us telling you?
Always remember.... thank the angels for Lou Ferrigno.