Peaceful mind = Peaceful life

06.08.2021., petak

Her name was Mrs. Nada.. On the first day of the school year in fifth grade, she told her students a lie. Like most teachers, she told the children that she loved them all equally. But that was impossible because in the front row behind the bench sat a boy named Marko.
Ms. Nada had observed Mark the previous year and noticed that he rarely played with other children, his clothes were messy and he did not bathe regularly. Marko also knew how to be awkward. It so happened that Ms. Nada really enjoyed writing large fat units with a red ballpoint pen on his assignments.
At the school where Ms. Nada taught, the teacher was required at the end of the year to read the opinions of other teachers from previous years before writing his opinion on each student. Mrs. Nada left Mark's report for the end. When she read it she experienced a big surprise.
In the first grade, it was written about Marko, “Marko is a bright child and he always laughs. He is neat and well-mannered. It's a real pleasure to know him. " In the second grade, "Marko is an excellent student, everyone loves him, but he has problems at home because his mother is terminally ill."
In third grade, “He had a hard time coping with his mother’s death. He tries as hard as he can, but his father doesn't pay attention at all and if something doesn't change, it will have a bad effect on him ". In the fourth grade, “Marko withdrew into himself and shows no interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and sometimes sleeps on the clock. "
Mrs. Nada now understood what the problem was and was ashamed. It was even worse for her when the students brought her Christmas presents wrapped in decorative papers, all except Mark who brought his gift awkwardly wrapped in a plain paper bag. With great effort, Mrs. Nada opened his gift among all the others.
Some children started laughing when she discovered a necklace made of plastic imitation stones, where some were visibly missing, as well as a half-filled bottle of perfume. She muffled the children’s laughter by saying the necklace was beautiful and put it around her neck and put the perfume on her arm.
Marko stayed last after school to tell her:
"Mrs. Nado, you smelled like my mother used to." After the children left, she cried for almost an hour. From that day on, she stopped teaching children. Instead, she began teaching them. Mrs. Nada paid special attention to Mark. As she worked with him, so he came alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he progressed. At the end of the year, Marko became one of the best students in the class. In addition to lying that she loves all children equally, Marko became her favorite student.
The following year, she found Mark’s message that she was still the best teacher he had ever had in his life.
Six years passed before she received a new message from Mark. He wrote to her that he had finished high school, the third in a generation, but that she was still the best teacher in his life. After four years, she received another letter that was difficult for him at times, but he graduated from college with the best grades. He assured Mrs. Nada that she was still the best teacher he had ever had in his life. The letter was signed with B.Sc. ing.
But that's not the end of the story. Another letter arrived that spring. Marko said he met a girl and was getting married. He explained to her that his father had passed away a few years ago and asked Ms. Nada if she would agree to sit at the wedding in a place usually reserved for the groom’s mother. Of course Mrs. Nada agreed. And as you can already guess, she put on that necklace and that perfume.
They hugged and Marko whispered to her:
"Thank you, Mrs. Nado, for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel special and able to achieve something in life. ”
Mrs. Nada, with tears in her eyes, whispered:
"Marko, you are wrong, you are the one who enabled me to achieve something in life. Before you, I didn't know how to teach others. "



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