Teacher

Где-то год назад, я получила e-mail от одного знакомого, которое между прочем содержало вот этот текст. Он на меня произвел огромное впечатление и заставил задуматься. Надеюсь понравится и вам. "Teacher" Many years ago I had a teacher whose husband unexpectedly died suddenly of a heart attck. About a week after his death, she shared some of her insight with a classroom of students. As the late afternoon sunlight came streaming in through the classroom windows and the class was nearly over, she mooved a few things aside on the edge of her desk and set down there. With a gentle look of reflexionon her face, she paused and said: "Before the class is over, I would like to share with all of you a thought that is unrelated to class, but which I feel is very important.Each of us is put here on Earth to learn, share, love, appreciate and give of ourselves. None of us knows when this fantastic experience will end.It can be taken anyway at any moment. Perhaps this is God's way of telling us that we must make the most out of every single day."Her eyes began to water, she went on, "So I would like you all to make me a promise. From now on, on your way home, or on your way to school, find something beautiful to notice. It doesn't have to be something you see -- it could be a scent, perhaps of freshly baked bread wafting out of someone's house, or it could be the sound of the breeze slightly rustling catches one of autumn leaf as it falls gently to the ground. Please, look for these things and cherish them. For, although it may sound trite to some, these things are the stuff of life. The little things we are put here on earth to enjoy. The things we often take for granted. We must make it important to notice them, for at any time ... it can all be taken away."The class was complitely quiet. We all picked up our books and filled out of the room silently. That afternoon, I noticed more things on my way home from school thatI had that whole semester. Every once in a while, I think of that theacher and remember what an impression she made on all of us, and I try to appreciate all of those things that sometimes we overlook.Take notice of something special you see on your lunch hour today. Go bare foot. Or walk on the beach at sunset. Stop off on the way home tonight to get double-dip icecream cone. For as we get older, it is not the things we did that we often regret, but the things we didn't do. --Author Unknown