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One of the great pleasures of being involved in coaching sports is being exposed to and sharing some of the awesome stories of hope and change that are at the core of teaching and coaching. I read this one from the blog Hoop Thoughts by LSU Lady Tigers basketball coach Bob Starkey. Starkey relates the story shared with him by former LSU mens basketball coach Dale Brown, titled "The Last Day of School" by Roy Exum.
It's quite an awesome Christmas story and a pleasure for me to pass along. The second one, from the same author, Roy Exum, documents some of the years top stories of what I refer to as "The Banality of Heroism".
Merry Christmas to all. Enjoy and God Bless.
Roy Exum: My Most Famous Story
by Roy Exum
posted December 18, 2010
http://www.chattanoogan.com/articles/article_190785.asp
Roy Exum
If you’ll bang out the two words, “roy exum” on the website Google’s search line, it will show that there are over 63,300 items now available. That doesn’t mean I am famous - not by any stretch, but only that I’ve been around a long time. And the most prominent of all the stories I’ve ever written that pops up on Google, or any of the other search engines, is one entitled, “The Last Day of School.”
Every Christmas I have people from all around the country write to me and ask about the story. I explain all I did was write down a story, as best I could remember and in my own words, that I once heard the noted psychologist, Tony Campolo, tell at a breakfast meeting.
Actually, the story first appeared about 30 years ago in the old Chattanooga News-Free Press, if that tells you how long it’s been afloat.
Since then, it has been included in text books, church sermons, educational seminars and “Soup for the Soul.” One website posted it with another person’s byline and pirated my version almost verbatim, but I didn’t care.
I will always believe it is one of the greatest Christmas stories ever told, not written, and law, I’ve seen it appear all over the world in all sorts of strange languages. (When I see it in Japanese and Chinese symbols, it is kind of a kick.)
So today, in something that has become a Holiday tradition for an old guy, please bear with me as I once again present...The Last Day of School.
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When Tony Campolo was in Chattanooga last week to speak at the annual "Gathering of Men" breakfast, the noted sociologist told a story that begs to be repeated, especially on this day. It seems that there was a lady named Jean Thompson, and when she stood in front of her fifth-grade class on the very first day of school in the fall, she 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 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 unkempt and that he constantly needed a bath. Add to it the fact 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, nobody else seemed to enjoy him either. Now at the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's records, and because of things, put Teddy's off until the last. But, 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 work neatly and has good manners...he is a joy to be around."
His second-grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student and is 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 on that last day before the vacation would begin.
Her children brought her presents, all in gay 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 and 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 laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and she dabbed some of the perfume behind the other wrist.
At the end of the day, as the other children joyously raced from the room, Teddy Stoddard stayed behind, just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my mom used to."
As soon as Teddy left, Mrs. Thompson knelt at her desk and there, after the last day of school before Christmas, she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading and writing and speaking. Instead, she began to teach children. And 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, and, on days that 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. And then he 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, that 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. And 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 that, well, 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.
You'll have to decide yourself whether or not she wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. But I bet on that special day, Jean Thompson smelled just like, well, just like she smelled many years before on the last day of school before the Christmas Holidays began.
...and the second story.
Roy Exum: They Walk Among Us
by Roy Exum
posted December 23, 2010
http://www.chattanoogan.com/articles/article_191030.asp
Quick! Bang the Christmas drum and shake the tinsel from our brass horns. The Carnegie Hero Fund
Commission has just announced the names of 21 more people who walk among us who have been lauded for "extraordinary acts of civilian heroism."
This latest announcement brings into focus a total of 85 brave souls who, just this year, have been saluted by the fund established in 1904 by the famed steel baron Andrew Carnegie, whose ears were first perked when he heard inspiring rescue stories from a mine disaster that killed 181 people.
Are you ready for this? Carnegie was something of a hero himself because since the Hero Commission's inception, $32.9 million has been awarded to 9,412 people in the form of grants, scholarship aid and, sadly in some case, death benefits.
But it's like "The Duke," John Wayne once said,
"Courage is being scared to death...and saddling up anyway."
The Carnegie Awards are about common folk who immediately responded, ignoring loss of life and limb, in order to save another's life.
Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. - John 15:13
