2003 Archive
Jewels in my Crown
2003 Archive

Cool lil' emails

Taking an idea from my friend Bunny, I thought I would add on some of the letters I have recieved.  Everything from poems to works of art.  I hope you enjoy these jewels in my crown.

The List

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.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each 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 individual.

On Monday, she gave each student his or her list.  Before long, the entire class was smiling.  "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!"  and, "I didn't know others liked me so much" were some 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 his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of note 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."

Then Vickie, another classmate, reached into her 
pocketbook, took out her  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..
If you've received this, it is because someone cares for you and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you care.


God's Message to Woman 

When I created the heavens and the earth, 
I spoke them into being. 
When I created man, I formed him and 
breathed life into his nostrils. 
But you, woman, I fashioned after I 
breathed the breath of life into 
man because your nostrils are too delicate. 
I allowed a deep sleep to come over him 
so I could patiently and perfectly fashion you. 
Man was put to sleep so that he could not 
interfere with the creativity. 
From one bone I fashioned you. I chose 
the bone that protects man's life. 
I chose the rib, which protects his heart 
Around this one bone I shaped you. I 
modeled you. 
I created you perfectly and beautifully. 
Your characteristics are as the rib, 
strong yet delicate and fragile. 
You provide protection for the most 
delicate organ in man, his heart. 
His heart is the center of his being; his 
lungs hold the breath of life. 
The rib cage will allow itself to be 
broken before it will allow damage 
to the heart. 

Support man as the rib cage supports the body. 
You were not taken from his feet, to be under him, 
nor were you taken from his head, to be above him. 
You were taken from his side, to stand beside him 
and be held close to his side. 
You are my perfect angel. You are my beautiful little girl. 
You have grown to be a splendid woman of excellence, 
and my eyes fill when I see the virtues in your heart. 
Your eyes-don't change them. Your lips-how lovely when 
they part in prayer. 
Your nose, so perfect in form, your hands 
so gentle to touch. 
I've caressed your face in your deepest 
sleep; I've held your heart close to mine. 
Of all that lives and breathes, you are 
the most like me. 
Adam walked with me in the cool of the 
day and yet he was lonely. 
He could not see me or touch me. He 
could only feel me. 
So everything I wanted Adam to share and 
experience with me, I fashioned in you: 
my holiness, my strength, my purity, my 
love, my protection and support. 
You are special because you are the 
extension of me. 
Man represents my image, woman my emotions. 
Together, you represent the totality of God. 
So man-treat woman well. Love her, 
respect her, for she is fragile. 
In hurting her, you hurt me. What you do 
to her, you do to me. 
In crushing her, you only damage your own 
heart, the heart of your Father, and the heart 
of her Father. Woman, support man. In humility, show him 
the power of emotion I have given you. 
In gentle quietness show your strength. 
In love, show him that you are the rib 
that protects his inner self. 
Did you not know that WOMAN was so 
special in God's eyes? 
Now we really know! 

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