Hello all, and
a very happy May to all of our wonderful Metro readers and
subscribers.
Well, Spring has
finally sprung around the US, and especially here on Sussex. The
temperatures are mild, the 90+ inches of snow has melted, the
birds are chirping once again and the grass is a deep green. I
hope it still looks this good in August.
I would like to
thank my son Chris for coming to the rescue of the McCarty
Metro, as my form submitter stopped working last month. He
jumped into action and redirected my script to his web design
company http://313consulting.com
to get it back working this month.
With this being our
May / June issue, and celebrating Mother's Day and Father's Day, I just want to recognize my Mom and Dad. They
have always been an inspiration to me with their strength, faith,
and courage through good times and bad. My final thought this
month is about Moms and Dads, and those who are 'Mother'
and 'Father' figures to boys and girls all around the world. I
want to thank you for everything you do to encourage and enrich
the lives of our younger generation.
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It had been three months since Ms Thatcher had joined a primary school to teach Mathematics. She was gradually being able to understand all her students, excepting one, Bob. Bob was the only boy who came to school dressed untidily and sat in the class completely lost in his own world. His performance had been deteriorating steadily with every single day.
It was yet another day when all the students in the class laughed out at Bob when he was unable to answer even the simplest question Ms Thatcher had asked him. At the end of the lesson when all the students dispersed, Ms Thatcher searched through the progress reports of Bob in his previous standards. She was shocked to see that Bob used to be the topper in his class. She flipped through every page of the report and found out that Bob’s performance began to slowly decline when his mother fell ill. Few months down the line, Bob was doing badly in each and every subject. It was the time when his mother had died leaving him alone with his father, who was a businessman and had to travel always.
Apart from his performance worsening steadily, Bob’s nature too began to change. The reports clearly said he had forgotten to laugh and showed no interest in any activity. He had turned into a loner. All his friends had abandoned him. Tears filled the eyes of Ms Thatcher.
The next day, while all the students were dispersing, she asked Bob to stay back. Bob sat on his chair quietly. After the classroom became empty, Ms Thatcher went up to him. She began to ask him if he had any problem understanding his lessons. Gradually she began to give him a comfort zone so that he could talk and share. After three weeks, she found Bob gradually improving. He was being able to answer the questions he previously failed. Every day after all the students went away Ms Thatcher gave personal attention to Bob and began to spend time with him.
Bob had improved a lot over the next semester. He began to reach school on time, properly dressed and promptly responding in class. His classmates gradually became friendly to him once again and he showed definite signs of progress in his performance.
On a Friday, when all the students left after the class, Bob came up to Ms Thatcher and handed her a box. He requested her to unwrap the box on Sunday and left.
Sunday morning, curious, she opened it and saw a bottle of perfume, half filled. Bob had written a small letter to her, saying that this bottle of perfume used to be his mother’s and he wished Ms Thatcher to wear it so that every time she was around, he could feel his Mom near him. He thanked her for everything.
She suddenly checked with the calendar; it was the second Sunday of the month of May.
After reading the letter, Ms Thatcher took the bottle of perfume in her hand and saw the tag attached to it; it said “Happy Mother’s Day”!
Ms Thatcher realized that it was not she who had made a difference to Bob’s life but it was Bob who made her realize the true essence of humanity!
Again, here's to my
Mom and Dad and all the men and women in our lives who make us feel special. Cheers!
