Majoja
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- Jun 10, 2011
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Katika kufanya kazi tunakutana na matukio yanayo gusa moyo na hili tukio ni moja wapo.
THE PERFUME As she stood in front of her primary 5 class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her pupils and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named John Rashid. Mrs.Majaliwa had watched John the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, John Rashid could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Majaliwa 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. Majaliwa taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put John's off until last. However, when she reviewedhis file, she was in for a surprise. John's primary 1 teacher wrote, "John 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 primary 2 teacher wrote, "John is an excellent pupil, 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 primary 3 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." John's primary 4 teacher wrote, "John is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class." By now, Mrs. Majaliwa realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself.She felt even worse when her pupils brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for John's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Majaliwa 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 putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. John Rashid stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Majaliwa, 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. Majaliwa paid particular attention to John. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster heresponded. By the end of the year, John had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, John became one of her "teacher's pets." A year later, she found a note under her door, from John, 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 John. He then wrote that he had finished secondary 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'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from the university with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Majaliwa that she was still the best and favorite teacherhe had 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, John A. Rashid, MD. The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. John said he had 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. Majaliwa might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Majaliwa did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing.Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that John remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.They hugged each other, and Dr. J.A. Rashid whispered in Mrs. Majaliwa's ear, "Thank you, Mrs. Majaliwa for believing in me Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference." Mrs. Majaliwa, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "John, 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." Warm someone's heart today. . .. I love this story so very much, Just try to make a difference in someone's life today? tomorrow? just "do it". Random acts of kindness, I think they call it. Find time to laugh... but not at the weaknesses of others! I was touched. Wana JF lets start the week with a tender heart for others |
