Me being OLD-Fashioned

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.

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 most of the comments.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam 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.'

'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 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.

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 Vicki, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'

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.

(quoted from my mail again)

ya ya, it's just another 'touching' mail i received some weeks back, hehe rarely check my hotmail...

after reading it, just thought of sharing d msg wif u guys..

honestlty, it means a lot n d importance of telling those we love n care dat they r significant n meant a lot to us.. i know, malaysian dun kiss in public, else u'll b sued or taken to mahkamah syariah if u were a bumiputera or articulate d 3 words easily (not including those lovey-dovey couples, speaking bout ur parents n frends here)-i dun..

i dun tell or show affection to my parents n my bro, i simply dun do dat at home, wat more in public...

especially to my bro, treated him like my biggest enemy in my life though i grew up wif him,

we quarrel, fight, n show each other 'muka tarak syok' so frequent dat i feel weird when i sit down n talk to him properly..

however i pray for him n wished him silently within me dat he will attain good result..

i ain't a good caring sis after all as today is his last paper-physics 2 (my knees grow weak when i listen to physics, chemistry, biology or add math) salute him for being brave enuff to b in science stream n hope he can b d engineer of dis tiny family ..

things may b different if i happen to b borned n breed in western country, sadly i'm a typical asian gal wif a quite conservative way of living...