Saturday, July 2, 2011

What is the Nicest Thing You Could Say?

As I mentioned in yesterday's post, I've been reflecting a lately about a lot things and a lot of people.

I'm going to begin introducing some of these people to you slowly.  Each one has influenced my life.  I'm sure they will influence you too, as you read about them.

While I was trying to decide who to introduce you to first, I stumbled upon this...I guess you'd call it...inspirational story and decided to share this today instead.  As I reread it, it really made me think about the people in my life, both past and present.

I have no idea if this is a true story - and it really doesn't matter - it's the principle of the story that matters.

In fact, after reading it again, I've decided that as part of my journaling time, I'm going to follow the precepts of the story.  If you've known me (personally) for any length of time, you're name will be mentioned in my journal...along with the nicest thing I could say about you, as well as how you have influenced me.  If you're curious as to what influenced me or what the nicest thing I say is, drop me a message.  I'll be happy to share it with you.

It would be nice to know if anyone reading this will take up this challenge as well - and I'd love to know what the nicest thing you could say about me would be - so feel free to share it!  We all need to know that we're loved, cared for, thought of by others and appreciated...or just how we touched another life.

I hope this story will inspire every reader to begin telling those in their lives just how much they mean to them!  Enjoy this story and really think about it :)


One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.  

Then she 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 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 a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

On Monday she gave each student his or her list.

Before long, the entire class was smiling.

"Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much," were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again.  She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose.  The students were happy with themselves and one another.

That group of students moved on.  Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student.  She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.

The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin. As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to 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 a luncheon.  Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. "We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket.  "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."

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

"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."  All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around.  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 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 out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this 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 Mark and 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.


  1. Let's see.....sweet, kind, loving, caring, thoughtful, beautiful inside and out....yep, that's you! I could go on and on. Love you! Had a great day today! Hope you are enjoying your weekend as well.

  2. Aww...thanks Leslie. You're all those things as well, but as for the nicest thing I could say about you - I wouldn't be who I am today, if you weren't a part of my life. I thank God daily for putting you in my life. I treasure our friendship!