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Agnes Beaudette stood in front of her fifth-grade class on the very first day of school in the fall and told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her pupils and said that she loved them all the same, that she would treat them all alike. And that was impossible because there in front of her, slumped in his seat on the third row, was a little boy named Hugh Robert.

Mrs. Beaudette had watched Hugh the year before and noticed he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were unkempt and that he constantly needed a bath. And Hugh was unpleasant.

It got to the point during the first few months that she would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then marking the F at the top of the paper biggest of all. Because Hugh was a sullen little boy, no one else seemed to enjoy him, either.

At the school where Mrs. Beaudette taught, she was required to review each child's records and put Hugh's off until last. When she opened his file, she was in for a surprise.

All of his previous teachers had nothing but good things to say such as Hugh is bright, inquisitive, always does his work neatly and he has good manners. Hugh is also a joy to be around and he is well-liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle.

One teacher also said that Hugh continues to work hard but his mother's death has been hard on him and that he tries to do his best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him. Hugh is now withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school and he doesn't have many friends.

By now Mrs. Beaudette realized the problem. Christmas was coming fast. Her children brought her presents, all in beautiful ribbon and bright paper, except for Hugh's which contained a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing and a bottle of cologne. Hugh stayed behind just long enough to say "Mrs. Beaudette, today you smelled just like my mom used to."

After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day she quit teaching, reading, writing, and speaking. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Beaudette paid particular attention to one they all called Hugh.

As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year he had become one of the smartest children in class. He was the teacher's pet.

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Bullying

The ''gay boy" you punched in the hall today.
Committed suicide a few minutes ago.
That girl you called easy in class today.
She's a virgin.
The boy you called lame. He has to work
Every night to support his family.
That girl you pushed down the other day.
She's already being abused at home.
That Girl you called fat. 
She's starving herself.
The old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars.
He fought for our country.
This boy you made fun of for crying.
His mother is dying.
You think you freaking know them. Guess what?
You don't.
Share if you are against bullying.

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My Mother

My mom may not have been a rich woman,
But to me she was a queen.
When I think about her,
It is her smile that I see,
And I feel the love she planted 
Deep within me.

My love she had yesterday,
Still has it today,
And will have it for all eternity.

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Our So Called Government

Doesn't make much sense, does it ???
Homeless go without eating and shelters.
Elderly go without needed medicines.
Mentally ill go without treatment.
Troops go to defend without proper equipment.
Veterans who gave our freedom go without
Benefits that were promised to them.
Yet our government donate billions to
Other countries, and excessive immigration
Before helping our own first.

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Time of the Year

It's the most frustrating time of the year.
It's sweater weather in the morning
And then by lunch time
You're sweating like it's your job.

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Put the Elderlies In Prison

We should place the elderly in prison because,
They will get a shower every day,
Video surveillance in case of problems,
Three meals a day, access to a library,
Computer, television, gym, doctors on-site,
And free medication if needed.

Put criminals in home cares,
And they'll get,
Cold meals, lights out at seven p.m.,
Two showers a week, live in a smaller room,
And pay rent at two thousands dollar a month or more!!!!

It's pretty sad that we treat prisoners better then the elderly.

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Creation of Man

When God created man he was working late on the third day.
An angel came by and asked: "Why spend so much time on him".
The lord answered. " Have you seen all the specifications I have to meet to Shape him?"
He must function on all kinds of situations,
He must be able to produce children,
He must be a hard working man,
He must be kind and generous and a loving soul
He must be strong but yet soft enough to take care of his family
He must do all this with only two hands, "He cures
Himself when he's sick and provides for his family.
The angel was impressed. "Just two hands......impossible!
And this is the standard model?
The angel came closer and touched the man.
"But you have made him firm and strong, Lord
"He is said the Lord,
"You can't imagine what he can endure and overcome."
Can he think? The angel asked.....
The Lord answered. "Not only can he think,
He can reason, negotiate but most of all love.
The angel touched his cheeks.
"Lord, it seems this creation is leaking? You have put too many burdens on Him".
He is not leaking....it is a tear? The Lord replied to the angel.
What's it for? asked the angel.
The Lord: Tears are his way of expressing his grief, his doubts, his joy, his Love, his loneliness, his suffering and his pride.
This made a big impression on the angel, "Lord, you are a genius. You Thought of everything.
A man is indeed magnificent.
He is the strength that a woman looks for.
He can handle trouble and carry heavy burdens
He holds happiness, love and opinions.
He smiles when he's happy
He fights for what he believes in.
His love is unconditional
His heart is broken when a next-of-kin or a friend dies but
He finds strength to get on with his life.
The angel asked: "So he is a perfect being?"
The Lord replied: "No. He has just one setback
He often forgets what he is worth."

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Say It Today

When I die,
Don't come to my grave to tell me
How much you love me and
How much you miss me, because
Those are the words I want to hear
While I'm still here.

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I Love Thee

I stood upon the ocean's bay shore
And with a fragile reed I traced upon
"Bobby I love thee."

The mad waves rolled by and blotted out
The fair impression.
Frail Reed! cruel wave!
Treacherous sand!
I'll trust no mere!

But with a giant hand,
I'll pluck from Scotland's
Frozen shore his tallest pine,
And dip its top into the crater of North Sea
And in the high and banished heavens I'll
Write: Bobby I love thee.

And I would like to see
Any doggoned wave wash that out.

Best Poems Written by Jeannine Glen

Hope

Heartbreaking

Bullying

My Mother

Our So Called Government

Time of the Year

Put the Elderlies In Prison

Creation of Man

Say It Today

I Love Thee