A True Story I Heard

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I was watching a self-help program on television the other night. It was hosted by psychologist and author Dr. Wayne Dyer. He told this story. It touched me, so I thought I'd share it here.

There was once a boy named Frankie Tyler. He was in the third grade, and took great pleasure in doing anything and everything to upset his teacher, Mrs. Page. There were times when Mrs. Page would go home in tears at the end of the day because of Frankie. She actually began to hate Frankie. She would take great pleasure in marking his tests and quizzes with big red F's and 0's.

Then, it came to the middle of the year. It was Mrs. Page's job to review each student's previous school record and add he own comments. She came to Frankie Tyler's folder and opened it, and read what his kindergarten teacher had to say. "Frankie is a delight to work with. He's bright and intelligent. This student promoted to the first grade." Well, Mrs. Page couldn't believe what she had just read. So she turned the page to the first grade report. "Frankie is a good child. He tries hard, and has some struggles. His father told me that his mother isn't doing well, and Frankie is affected by this. Promoted to the second grade." Mrs. Page then turned to the second grade report. "Frankie is barely passing his subjects. He struggles with interpersonal relationships with peers and faculty. Understandable to a point. Since his mother's death a few month's ago, he has closed himself off. Reluctantly, I promote him to the third grade."

Mrs. Page sat and looked at the report in front of her. "My God, how could I have been so horrible to this child?", she thought. She then made a promise to herself that she was not going to let Frankie become a statistic. She would work with him, and help him be all that he can be.

And so it was. She helped Frankie whenever she could. His grades improved drastically, as well as his attitude. Then it came to be Christmas time, and Mrs. Page had a classroom party for the students. It came time for Frankie to give his gift to Mrs. Page. It was wrapped in plain brown paper. She opened the package and found 2 items. 1 was an old bracelet, and the other was a half a bottle of perfume. She held up oth items for the class to see. She thanked Frankie for his gift, but then he came close to her. He said, "That bracelet was my mom's. She wore it all the time. And that's her perfume, so you can smell pretty just like she did." Mrs. Page hugged Frankie tightly, and let go. At the end of the day, she looked at the gifts Frankie had given her, and she sobbed.

Well, the year progressed and Frankie excelled in his studies. June came quickly, and it was time for summer vacation. On his last day, on his way out Frankie said to Mrs. Page, "You are the best teacher I ever had."

The years passed and Mrs. Page continued to teach. Then one day she found a letter in her mailbox at school. It read, "Dear Mrs. Page, I am in high school now and doing well. I will be graduating class Valedictorian. I just wanted to say, that you are STILL the best teacher I ever had." It was signed, "Frankie Tyler."

Four more years went by, and Mrs. Page was ready to retire after nearly 50 years of teaching. She approached her mailbox to find another letter. "Dear Mrs. Page, I am still doing well with my studies. I am graduating from college this year with my degree in biology. I jst wanted you to know, you are STILL the best teacher I ever had." It was signed, "Frankie Tyler".

Four more years passed. Mrs. Page had retired, and her husband of 40 years had passed on. One day she recieved a letter in the mail. She opened it. "Dear Mrs. Page, I hope this letter finds you well. I thought you'd like to know that I decided to take my education a little further. And, you are STILL the best teacher I ever had." But this time, it wasn't signed "Frankie Tyler". It was signed "Dr. Francis A. Tyler, MD".

The years passed. Mrs. Page was quite old now and ready to join her husband. The one day, another letter came. "Dear Mrs. Page, I hope this letter finds you well. Things are great with me. I work for a thriving medical practice, and I met and fellin love with a wonderful girl. It would be my honor if you could attend our wedding."

Mrs. Page did attend the wedding. She looked on as Frankie placed the ring on his bride's finger. At the reception, Frankie approached Mrs. Page and asked for a dance. She rose and they went out to the dance floor. He took he gently into his arms and noticed, she was wearing the very same bracelet he had given her all those years ago. And, he noticed that she smelled of that very same perfume he had giver her; the kind his mom used to wear. He whispered in her ear, "You ARE the very best teacher I ever had."

[ikky]

Some teachers care some dont, would have been a welcomed teacher in my third grade class, my teacheri n the thirds grade threw a black boared duster and hit me in the eye lmao.

[Mariah]

What a touching Story.
Pity there weren't more teachers like her.

My grade 5 teacher left a good impression on me.
I still have her Christmas card.
Too bad my grade 8 & 9 teachers
made me hate school.

Originally Posted by -·=»‡«=·-Юåĝøŋ§ƒî®ê-·=»‡«=·-

I was watching a self-help program on television the other night. It was hosted by psychologist and author Dr. Wayne Dyer. He told this story. It touched me, so I thought I'd share it here.

There was once a boy named Frankie Tyler. He was in the third grade, and took great pleasure in doing anything and everything to upset his teacher, Mrs. Page. There were times when Mrs. Page would go home in tears at the end of the day because of Frankie. She actually began to hate Frankie. She would take great pleasure in marking his tests and quizzes with big red F's and 0's.

Then, it came to the middle of the year. It was Mrs. Page's job to review each student's previous school record and add he own comments. She came to Frankie Tyler's folder and opened it, and read what his kindergarten teacher had to say. "Frankie is a delight to work with. He's bright and intelligent. This student promoted to the first grade." Well, Mrs. Page couldn't believe what she had just read. So she turned the page to the first grade report. "Frankie is a good child. He tries hard, and has some struggles. His father told me that his mother isn't doing well, and Frankie is affected by this. Promoted to the second grade." Mrs. Page then turned to the second grade report. "Frankie is barely passing his subjects. He struggles with interpersonal relationships with peers and faculty. Understandable to a point. Since his mother's death a few month's ago, he has closed himself off. Reluctantly, I promote him to the third grade."

Mrs. Page sat and looked at the report in front of her. "My God, how could I have been so horrible to this child?", she thought. She then made a promise to herself that she was not going to let Frankie become a statistic. She would work with him, and help him be all that he can be.

And so it was. She helped Frankie whenever she could. His grades improved drastically, as well as his attitude. Then it came to be Christmas time, and Mrs. Page had a classroom party for the students. It came time for Frankie to give his gift to Mrs. Page. It was wrapped in plain brown paper. She opened the package and found 2 items. 1 was an old bracelet, and the other was a half a bottle of perfume. She held up oth items for the class to see. She thanked Frankie for his gift, but then he came close to her. He said, "That bracelet was my mom's. She wore it all the time. And that's her perfume, so you can smell pretty just like she did." Mrs. Page hugged Frankie tightly, and let go. At the end of the day, she looked at the gifts Frankie had given her, and she sobbed.

Well, the year progressed and Frankie excelled in his studies. June came quickly, and it was time for summer vacation. On his last day, on his way out Frankie said to Mrs. Page, "You are the best teacher I ever had."

The years passed and Mrs. Page continued to teach. Then one day she found a letter in her mailbox at school. It read, "Dear Mrs. Page, I am in high school now and doing well. I will be graduating class Valedictorian. I just wanted to say, that you are STILL the best teacher I ever had." It was signed, "Frankie Tyler."

Four more years went by, and Mrs. Page was ready to retire after nearly 50 years of teaching. She approached her mailbox to find another letter. "Dear Mrs. Page, I am still doing well with my studies. I am graduating from college this year with my degree in biology. I jst wanted you to know, you are STILL the best teacher I ever had." It was signed, "Frankie Tyler".

Four more years passed. Mrs. Page had retired, and her husband of 40 years had passed on. One day she recieved a letter in the mail. She opened it. "Dear Mrs. Page, I hope this letter finds you well. I thought you'd like to know that I decided to take my education a little further. And, you are STILL the best teacher I ever had." But this time, it wasn't signed "Frankie Tyler". It was signed "Dr. Francis A. Tyler, MD".

The years passed. Mrs. Page was quite old now and ready to join her husband. The one day, another letter came. "Dear Mrs. Page, I hope this letter finds you well. Things are great with me. I work for a thriving medical practice, and I met and fellin love with a wonderful girl. It would be my honor if you could attend our wedding."

Mrs. Page did attend the wedding. She looked on as Frankie placed the ring on his bride's finger. At the reception, Frankie approached Mrs. Page and asked for a dance. She rose and they went out to the dance floor. He took he gently into his arms and noticed, she was wearing the very same bracelet he had given her all those years ago. And, he noticed that she smelled of that very same perfume he had giver her; the kind his mom used to wear. He whispered in her ear, "You ARE the very best teacher I ever had."

It sounds like a made-up story written by a fairy.

[Mystic]

Originally Posted by jake_b319

It sounds like a made-up story written by a fairy.

even if it was it was a very touching story and i would like to see u do better ...

that was great dragonsfire ...
i think we would all of liked a teacher like that ...
and throughout my schooling my grade 7 teacher was the best ...

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Originally Posted by Mystic

even if it was it was a very touching story and i would like to see u do better ...

that was great dragonsfire ...
i think we would all of liked a teacher like that ...

and throughout my schooling my grade 7 teacher was the best ...

Thanks hun. Yeah, I had a teacher like her. Mrs. Brandt. She was my 5th grade teacher. She was a teacher that actually cared.

[MooGooGaiPan]

Originally Posted by -·=»‡«=·-Юåĝøŋ§ƒî®ê-·=»‡«=·-

It came time for Frankie to give his gift to Mrs. Page. It was wrapped in plain brown paper. She opened the package and found 2 items. 1 was an old bracelet, and the other was a half a bottle of perfume. She held up oth items for the class to see. She thanked Frankie for his gift, but then he came close to her. He said, "That bracelet was my mom's. She wore it all the time. And that's her perfume, so you can smell pretty just like she did." Mrs. Page hugged Frankie tightly, and let go. At the end of the day, she looked at the gifts Frankie had given her, and she sobbed.

Moving story, reminds me of when my own mother died.

[AMBER!!]

awwhz I love that story very toughing



to bad i never had any teachers like that.... i joke around to much nd my 8 & 9 made it really bad

[SatansLittleHelper]

Originally Posted by -·=»‡«=·-Юåĝøŋ§ƒî®ê-·=»‡«=·-

I was watching a self-help program on television the other night. It was hosted by psychologist and author Dr. Wayne Dyer. He told this story. It touched me, so I thought I'd share it here.

There was once a boy named Frankie Tyler. He was in the third grade, and took great pleasure in doing anything and everything to upset his teacher, Mrs. Page. There were times when Mrs. Page would go home in tears at the end of the day because of Frankie. She actually began to hate Frankie. She would take great pleasure in marking his tests and quizzes with big red F's and 0's.

Then, it came to the middle of the year. It was Mrs. Page's job to review each student's previous school record and add he own comments. She came to Frankie Tyler's folder and opened it, and read what his kindergarten teacher had to say. "Frankie is a delight to work with. He's bright and intelligent. This student promoted to the first grade." Well, Mrs. Page couldn't believe what she had just read. So she turned the page to the first grade report. "Frankie is a good child. He tries hard, and has some struggles. His father told me that his mother isn't doing well, and Frankie is affected by this. Promoted to the second grade." Mrs. Page then turned to the second grade report. "Frankie is barely passing his subjects. He struggles with interpersonal relationships with peers and faculty. Understandable to a point. Since his mother's death a few month's ago, he has closed himself off. Reluctantly, I promote him to the third grade."

Mrs. Page sat and looked at the report in front of her. "My God, how could I have been so horrible to this child?", she thought. She then made a promise to herself that she was not going to let Frankie become a statistic. She would work with him, and help him be all that he can be.

And so it was. She helped Frankie whenever she could. His grades improved drastically, as well as his attitude. Then it came to be Christmas time, and Mrs. Page had a classroom party for the students. It came time for Frankie to give his gift to Mrs. Page. It was wrapped in plain brown paper. She opened the package and found 2 items. 1 was an old bracelet, and the other was a half a bottle of perfume. She held up oth items for the class to see. She thanked Frankie for his gift, but then he came close to her. He said, "That bracelet was my mom's. She wore it all the time. And that's her perfume, so you can smell pretty just like she did." Mrs. Page hugged Frankie tightly, and let go. At the end of the day, she looked at the gifts Frankie had given her, and she sobbed.

Well, the year progressed and Frankie excelled in his studies. June came quickly, and it was time for summer vacation. On his last day, on his way out Frankie said to Mrs. Page, "You are the best teacher I ever had."

The years passed and Mrs. Page continued to teach. Then one day she found a letter in her mailbox at school. It read, "Dear Mrs. Page, I am in high school now and doing well. I will be graduating class Valedictorian. I just wanted to say, that you are STILL the best teacher I ever had." It was signed, "Frankie Tyler."

Four more years went by, and Mrs. Page was ready to retire after nearly 50 years of teaching. She approached her mailbox to find another letter. "Dear Mrs. Page, I am still doing well with my studies. I am graduating from college this year with my degree in biology. I jst wanted you to know, you are STILL the best teacher I ever had." It was signed, "Frankie Tyler".

Four more years passed. Mrs. Page had retired, and her husband of 40 years had passed on. One day she recieved a letter in the mail. She opened it. "Dear Mrs. Page, I hope this letter finds you well. I thought you'd like to know that I decided to take my education a little further. And, you are STILL the best teacher I ever had." But this time, it wasn't signed "Frankie Tyler". It was signed "Dr. Francis A. Tyler, MD".

The years passed. Mrs. Page was quite old now and ready to join her husband. The one day, another letter came. "Dear Mrs. Page, I hope this letter finds you well. Things are great with me. I work for a thriving medical practice, and I met and fellin love with a wonderful girl. It would be my honor if you could attend our wedding."

Mrs. Page did attend the wedding. She looked on as Frankie placed the ring on his bride's finger. At the reception, Frankie approached Mrs. Page and asked for a dance. She rose and they went out to the dance floor. He took he gently into his arms and noticed, she was wearing the very same bracelet he had given her all those years ago. And, he noticed that she smelled of that very same perfume he had giver her; the kind his mom used to wear. He whispered in her ear, "You ARE the very best teacher I ever had."

awwwwwwww that is so sweet...........i had a teacher i really liked she was the sweetest lady ever......and helped out whenever she could..she was my 5th grade teacher......good story Jamie hun...very touching

[Luka]

I LOVED IT.
I REALLY DID.
READING IT GAVE ME GOOSEBUMPS, BECAUSE IT WAS SO TOUCHING.
HEH', HAS BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE.
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THANKS FOR POSTING THAT JAMIE.