Can you do this? Can you do what I’m going to share in a story? You may have heard this story before. I’ve heard it a number of times from different people. Even if it’s an older tale, it is still relevant. Let’s dive in:
Teddy Stallard certainly qualified as “one of the least.” Disinterested in school. Musty, wrinkled clothes. Hair never combed. One of those kids with a deadpan face, expressionless – sort of a glassy, unfocused stare. When Miss Thompson spoke to Teddy he always answered in monosyllables. Unattractive, unmotivated, and distant, he was just plain hard to like. Even though his teacher said she loved all her class the same, she knew she wasn’t being completely truthful.
Whenever she marked Teddy’s papers, she got a certain perverse pleasure from putting X’s next to the wrong answers, and when she put Fs at the top of the paper, she always did it with a flair. She should have known better; she had Teddy’s records and she knew more about him than she wanted to admin. The records read:
1st grade: Teddy shows promise with his work and attitude, but poor home situation.
2nd grade: Teddy could do better. Mother is seriously ill. He receives little help at home.
3rd grade: Teddy is a good boy but too serious. He is a slow learner. His mother died this year.
4th grade: Teddy is very slow, but well behaved. His father shows little interest.
Christmas came and the boys and girls in Miss Thompson’s class brought her Christmas presents. They piled her presents on her desk and crowded around to watch her open them. Among the presents there was one from Teddy Stallard. She was surprised that he had brought her a gift. Teddy’s gift was wrapped in brown paper and held together with Scotch tape. On the paper were written simple words, “For Miss Thompson from Teddy.” When she opened Teddy’s present, out fell a gaudy rhinestone bracelet, with half the stones missing, and a bottle of cheap perfume.
The other boys and girls began to giggle and smirk over Teddy’s gifts, but Miss Thompson at least had enough sense to silence them by immediately putting on the bracelet and putting some of the perfume on her wrist. Holding her wrist up for the other children to smell, she said, “Doesn’t it smell lovely?” And the children, taking their cue from the teacher, readily agreed.
At the end of the day, when school was over and the other children had left, Teddy lingered behind. He slowly came over to her desk and said softly, “Miss Thompson… Miss Thompson, you smell just like my mother… and her bracelet looks real pretty on you, too. I’m glad you liked my presents.” When Teddy left, Miss Thompson got down on her knees and asked God to forgive her.
The next day when the children came to school, they were welcomed by a new teacher. Miss Thompson had become a different person. She was no longer just a teacher; she had become and agent of God. She was now a person committed to loving her children and doing things for them that would live on after her. She helped all the children, but especially the slow ones, and especially Teddy Stallard.
By the end of that school year, Teddy showed dramatic improvement. He had caught up with most of the students and was even ahead of some.
She didn’t hear from Teddy for a long time. Then one day, she received a note that read:
Dear Miss Thompson:
I wanted you to be the first to know. I will be graduating second in my class.
Love,
Teddy Stallard
Four years later, another note came:
Dear Miss Thompson:
They just told me I will be graduating first in my class. I wanted you to be the first to know. The university has not been easy, but I like it.
Love,
Teddy Stallard
And four years later:
Dear Miss Thompson:
As of today I am Theodore Stallard, M.D. How about that? I wanted you to be the first to know. I am getting married next month, the 27th to be exact. I want you to come and sit where my mother would sit if she were alive. You are the only family I have now; Dad died last year.
Love,
Teddy Stallard
(Except from The Seven Laws of the Learner – Bruce Wilkinson)
Can you do this? Will you be this kind of person? How can you do things for people that will live on after you are no longer in their life? How can you pour into people’s lives so meaningfully that it’s natural for them to invite you to their weddings and graduations? This is an example of what it looks like when you are living your calling.
