Good morning friends. Allow me to continue the sequel of my previous article. I do hope you will stay with me all the way.
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 cam up to her. ‘Were you Marks’s math teacher?’ 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 his pocket. ‘They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognized 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.’ ‘It’s in my diary.’ Then all the others shared how they save their own lists. That’s when the teacher finally sat down and cried.
