Too Busy for a Friend… Remember, you reap what you sow
Too Busy for a Friend… Remember, you reap what you sow. One day a 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.
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
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire
class was smiling. “Really?” she heard whispered.
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 Vietnam and his
teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a
serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.
The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took
a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to
her. “Were you Mark’s math teacher?” he asked. She nodded: “yes.” Then he
said: “Mark talked about you a lot.”
After the funeral, most of Mark’s former classmates went together to a
luncheon. Mark’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
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 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.”
All of Mark’s former classmates started to gather around. 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”
wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. “I carry this
with me at all times,” Vicki 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 Mark 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.
You’ve received this because I care for you and it means
there is probably at least someone for whom you care.
Remember, you reap what you sow.
What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own.
“How can anyone ever love you for who you are if you become someone else to be with them?” -Unknown Author
“Learn to enjoy every minute of your life. Be happy now. Don’t wait for something outside of yourself to make you happy in the future. Think how really precious is the time you have to spend, whether it’s at work or with your family. Every minute should be enjoyed and savored.”
~ Earl Nightingale 1921-1989, Author and Radio Announcer