Jean Thompson stood in
front of her fifth-grade class on the very first day of school in the fall and
told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her pupils and said
that she loved them all the same, that she would treat them all alike. And that
was impossible because there in front of her, slumped in his seat on the third
row, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had
watched Teddy the year before and noticed he didn't play well with the other
children, that his clothes were unkept and that he constantly needed a bath.
And Teddy was unpleasant.
It got to the point
during the first few months that she would actually take delight in marking his
papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then marking the F at the top
of the paper biggest of all. Because Teddy was a sullen little boy, no one else
seemed to enjoy him, either. At the school where Mrs.
Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's records and put
Teddy's off until last. When she opened his file, she was in for a surprise.
His first-grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright, inquisitive 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, "Teddy continues to work hard but 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teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in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. He is tardy
and could become a problem." By now Mrs. Thompson
realized the problem, but Christmas was coming fast. It was all she could do,
with the school play and all, until the day before the holidays began and she
was suddenly forced to focus on Teddy Stoddard. Her children brought her
presents, all in beautiful ribbon and bright paper, except for Teddy's, which
was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper of a scissored 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 cologne. She stifled the
children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it
on, and dabbing some of the perfume behind the other wrist. Teddy Stoddard
stayed behind 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 speaking. Instead, she began to teach children. Jean Thompson paid
particular attention to one they all called "Teddy." As she worked with him,
his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he
responded. On days where there would be an important test, Mrs. Thompson would
remember that cologne. By the end of the year he had become one of the smartest
children in the class and...well, he had also become the "pet" of the
teacher who had once vowed to love all of her children exactly the same. A year later she found a
note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that of all the teachers he'd had
in elementary school, she was his favorite. 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 his favorite
teacher of all time.
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 graduate from college with the
highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson she was still his favorite teacher.
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 his favorite teacher, but that now his name was a little
longer. The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D.
The story doesn't end
there. You see, there was yet another letter that Spring. Teddy said he'd met
this girl and was to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple
of years ago and he was wondering...well, if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit
in the pew usually reserved for the mother of the groom. And guess what, she
wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And I bet on that
special day, Jean Thompson smelled just like...well, just like the way Teddy
remembered his mother smelling on their last Christmas together.