Friends

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From: ANKIT AGGARWAL
Date: Jul 31, 2006 9:24 AM
Subject: friends.>>.
To: my friends

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the otherstudents in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space betweeneach name.
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say abouteach of their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment,and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on aseparate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said aboutthat individual..

On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, theentire class was smiling.. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knewthat I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked meso much," were most of the comments..

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew ifthey discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn'tmatter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students werehappywith themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and histeacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had neverseen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome,somature.

The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved himtook a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to blessthe coffin.
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came upto her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes."Then he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to aluncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting tospeak with his teacher.
"We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet outof his pocket.. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thoughtyou might recognize it."

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebookpaper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times..The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on whichshe had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had saidabout him.

"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you cansee, Mark treasured it."
All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charliesmiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in thetopdrawer of my desk at home."Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album."

"I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took outher wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carrythis with me at all times," Vicki said and without batting an eyelash,she continued: "I think we all saved our lists."

That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Markand for all his friends who would never see him again..

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.

So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are
special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.

And One Way To Accomplish This Is: Forward this link to your loved one and show how importent they are to you.