There is an old story of an elementary teacher named Mrs .Thompson. As she stood in front of her fifth grade
                class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her
                students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row,
                slumped in his seat, as a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

                Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other
                children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath and Teddy could be unpleasant.
                It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red
                pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.

                At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she
                put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

                Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and
                has good manners...he is a joy to be around."

                His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, 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, "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                Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school.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."

                By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her
                students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's.

                His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson
                took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. 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
                perfume.

                But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was. She put it on and
                dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.

                Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled
                just like my Mom used to."

                After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing, and
                arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children.

                Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive.
                The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of
                the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy
                became one of her "pets."

                A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he
                ever had in his whole life.

                Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school,
                third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

                Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he stayed in
                school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs.
                Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.

                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 the best and favorite
                teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer.

                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 he'd met this girl
                and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was
                wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the
                mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with
                several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his
                mother wearing on their last Christmas together.

                They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you, Mrs. Thompson,
                for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a
                difference."

                Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were
                the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."