There is a story many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name was Mrs. . Fatima And as she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Adam. Mrs. Fatima had watched Adam the year before and noticed that he didn’t play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Adam could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Fatima would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X’s and then putting a big “F” at the top of his papers. At the school where Mrs. Fatima taught, she was required to review each child’s past records and she put Adam’s off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Adam’s first grade teacher wrote, “Adam is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners. He is a joy to be around.” His second grade teacher wrote, “Adam is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle.” His third grade teacher wrote, “His mother’s death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn’t show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren’t taken.” Adam's fourth grade teacher wrote, “Adam is withdrawn and doesn’t show much interest in school. He doesn’t have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class.” By now, Mrs. Fatima realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Adam’s. His present which was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Fatima took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children’s laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Adam stayed after school that day just long enough to say, “Mrs. Fatima , 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, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Fatima paid particular attention to Adam. 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, Adam had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Adam became one of her “teacher’s pets.” A year later, she found a note under her door, from Adam, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Adam. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he’d stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Fatima that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor’s degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer—the letter was signed, Adam David .M.D. The story doesn’t end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Adam said he’d met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Fatima might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Fatima did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing . Dr.Adam whispered “Thank you Mrs. Fatima for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference.” Mrs. Fatima, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, “Adam, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn’t know how to teach until I met you.” It’s O.K. to shed a tear or two. I know I did. Good Day.