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  Yesterday Princess Eva was happy. She went to a carnival. The weather was sunny, and the food was delicious. There were Clowns and a band. But there was a bad magician at the carnival.


  Princess Eva saw the magician and she laughed. The magician didn’t laugh. He touched her mouth with a wand. He said, “From now on, you can’t talk. You can’t laugh.”


  And Princess Eva couldn’t make a sound.


  Princess Eva could feel, and hear, and see, and smell, and taste. But she couldn’t talk. She couldn’t laugh. A doctor came and looked at her fingers, her ears, her eyes, her nose, and her tongue. She wasn’t sick.


  But something was wrong. Even a clown couldn’t make her laugh!


  But then one day, a nice man came to town. He had a band of animals. His dog, his cat, and his horse sang for the princess. They made loud noises. They sounded bad! The Princess started to laugh and laugh. “Look! I can laugh! I can talk!” she cried. It was a happy day.



  He was in the first third grade class I taught at Saint Mary’s School in Morris, Minn. All 34 of my students were dear to me, but Mark Eklund was one in a million. Very neat in appearance, he had that happy-to-be-alive attitude that made even his occasional mischievousness delightful.

  我在明尼苏达州莫里斯的圣玛丽学校教书,他在我教的第 一个三年级的班上。全班34个学生每一个都讨我喜欢,但马克·埃克隆却是独一无二的。他外表干干净净,是个乐天派,所以即便是他偶尔的调皮捣蛋,也依然讨人喜欢。

  Mark often talked incessantly. I had to remind him again and again that talking without permission was not acceptable. What impressed me so much, though, was his sincere response every time I had to correct him for misbehaving. "Thank you for correcting me, Sister!" I didn’t know what to make of it at first, but before long I became accustomed to hearing it many times a day.


  One morning my patience was growing thin when Mark talked once too often, and then I made a novice-teacher’s mistake. I looked at him and said, "If you say one more word, I am going to tape your mouth shut!"


  It wasn’t ten seconds later when Chuck, another student, blurted out, "Mark is talking again." I hadn’t asked any of the students to help me watch Mark, but since I had stated the punishment in front of the class, I had to act on it.


  I remember the scene as if it had occurred this morning. I walked to my desk, very deliberately opened my drawer and took out a roll of masking tape. Without saying a word, I proceeded to Mark’s desk, tore off two pieces of tape and made a big X with them over his mouth. I then returned to the front of the room. As I glanced at Mark to see how he was doing, he winked at me. When I walked back to Mark’s desk and removed the tape, his first words were, "Thank you for correcting me, Sister."

  接下来的一幕我至今仍记忆犹新,仿佛就发生在今天早上。我走到讲桌前,不慌不忙拉打开抽屉,拿出一卷胶带,然后一言不发地走到马克桌前,撕下两截胶带,在他嘴上贴了个大大的“X”,然后转身走回教室前面。我瞟了瞟马克看他有什么反应,结果看到他朝我眨了眨眼睛。而当我回到马克桌前给他撕下胶带时,他说的第 一句话便是:“谢谢你指出我的问题,修女。”

  One Friday, I asked the students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then I told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish the assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed me the paper.


  That Saturday, I wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and I listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday I gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" I heard the whispers. "I never knew that meant anything to anyone!" "I didn’t know others liked me so much!" Then Mark said, "Thank you for teaching me, Sister."


  No one ever mentioned those pieces of paper in class again. I never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents.


  Soon I was asked to teach junior-high math. The years flew by, and before I knew it Mark was in my classroom again. He was more handsome and more polite than ever. Maybe since he had to listen carefully to my instruction in the "new math", he did not talk as much in the ninth grade as he had in the third.


  That group of students moved on.


  Several years later, after I returned from vacation, my parents met me at the airport. Mother gave Dad a side-ways glance and simply said, "Dad?" My father cleared his throat as he usually did before saying something important. "The Eklunds called last night," he began. "Really?" I said. "I haven’t heard from them in years. I wonder how Mark is." Dad responded quietly. "Mark was killed in Vietnam," he said. "The funeral is tomorrow, and his parents would like it if you could attend."


  I had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. Mark looked so handsome, so mature.


  After the funeral, Mark’s mother and father found me. "We want to show you something," his father said. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it." Opening a billfold, he carefully removed two worn and frazzled pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. I knew without looking that the pieces of paper were the ones on which I had listed all the good things that Mark’s classmates had said about him. "Thank you so much for doing that." Mark’s mother said. "As you can see, Mark behaved better and better at school. It’s all because of you and your list."


  Mark’s classmates started to gather around us. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It’s in the top drawer of my desk at home." Chuck’s wife said, "Chuck asked me to put this in our wedding album." "I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It’s in my diary." Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said without batting an eyelash. "I think we all saved our lists."


  That’s when I finally sat down and cried.


  Sometimes the smallest things could mean the most to others. The density of people in society is so thick that we forget life will end one day and we don’t know when that one day will be. Compliment the people you love and care about, before it is too late.








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