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The Difference

The Difference There was once a young little boy. He came from a very poor family. He went to school dressed very poorly. His teacher admired him. His grades were the best that she had seen, but the other kids made fun of him. That did not bother him. One day things started to change. his feelings and his problems - he kepted to himself. His grades started to fall and the teacher notice that. She asked him what was wrong? He said - my mother is very sick and there is no hope for her. This has broken my heart. His grades dropped lower and he started missing school. One week went by and he didn't show up. His teacher went to see him and found out that his mother had died. His father was drinking heavy and had no time for him. He told her - I have no one. The teacher said - you have me. Go back to school and i will helpe you bring up your grades. She gave him a kiss and a hug. He told her - you remind me of my mother. Everyday after school, the teacher and him studied hard. Very soon his grades came up. Then Christmas came. All the kids brought presents for the teacher. He too brought her two little gifts and very humble told her - these are for you. The teacher opened them up. One was a bracelet that was missing some stones. The other was a bottle of perfume that was half full. All the kids in the class room laughed, but the teacher put them on and gave him a hug and told him - thank you. He smile and said - now you smell like my mother. After that, the teacher kept helping him and he studied very hard. he finished High school and invited his teacher to his graduation. Then he went off to college. Again on his graduation he invited his teacher. she went. she just had to be there. He told her - thank you for making a difference in my life. If it wasn't for you - I would not be here today. The last that was heard - the teacher got a last invitation. This time it was for his Wedding. She was going, she would not miss this for the world. The invitation said - my Wedding wouldn't be the same if I couldn't have you by my side. You have made the difference in me...
03/17/2013 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo

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  1. Date: 4/8/2013 5:22:00 AM
    Yes, our teachers are our mothers and fathers and friends at the same time and they are how we become good fathers and good mothers and good friends at the same time; they are not human beings, they are of spiritual essence... God bless our teachers and trainers and coaches...and magnificient storytellers like you, dear Lucilla!Love, Hanitra

  1. Date: 3/22/2013 12:01:00 AM
    I'm speechless. Is this a true story? It's incredibly moving Lucilla... I am adoring this story you painted. And what an apt title "a difference"... I bet at some point we've unintentionally made a difference in someone else's life (even if it were a complete stranger)... your most well thought out story to date! Truly awe-inspiring...

  1. Date: 3/19/2013 9:16:00 AM
    Oh Lucilla, rarely does a poem bring a tear, need I say more, yes, beautiful. Take care, Regards Richard

  1. Date: 3/18/2013 2:47:00 PM
    This poem reminds me of the ones in your book. Always so full of inspiration! I sent you a little soupmail in case you never saw it. Luv, Andrea

  1. Date: 3/17/2013 2:23:00 PM
    The meaning of Life expressed so beautifully - I am happy to have read this art of compassion - J.A.B. %

  1. Date: 3/17/2013 11:58:00 AM
    I agree with Scribe, it took a lot for the boy to bring his teacher his mothers possessions, the last few things he had that was his mother's I'm sure, so it meant a lot that he had brought these gifts! The teacher must have meant a lot to him to do this! Is this a true story, do you know of such an event to have happened? Most poetry is formed from real life events, only some are from just the imagination! This is true in my life anyway! This is a magnificent poem my friend! Great Work!!

  1. Date: 3/17/2013 8:37:00 AM
    - Such a lovely teacher ..... wish there were many, many such people! - A touching and beautiful story / poem Lucilla. - Have a lovely Sunday. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)