At the beginning of the school year, the sixth-grade class teacher stood in front of her former fifth-grade students. He looked at her children and saids he loved them all equally and was happy to see them

This was a big lie, because there was a boy sitting on the first bench who the teacher didn’t like.

She got to know him just like any other student in the previous school year. Even then, the woman noticed that the boy was not playing with his classmates, was dressed in dirty clothes and smelled as if he had never washed himself.

Over time, the teacher’s attitude towards this student got worse and worse and it got to the point where she wanted to underline all the work written by the boy with a red pen and give him a “1”.

The head of the school once asked to analyze the characteristics of all the students since their education at the school, and the teacher left the work with the least loved student last. When she finally reached to the boy’s case and reluctantly began to study his qualities, she was shocked.

The boy’s first-grade class teacher had written, “This is a bright child with a wide smile. Performs homework cleanly and properly. It’s just a pleasure to be with him. “

The second-grade teacher wrote about him: “This is a great student who is valued by his peers, but he has family problems: his mother has an incurable disease and his home life is probably a constant struggle with death. “

The third-grade teacher commented, “His mother’s death hit him very hard. He tries to do his best, but his father shows no interest in him, and his home life may soon affect his studies if nothing is done about it. ”

A fourth-grade teacher wrote, “A boy is not conscientious, he shows no interest in learning, he has almost no friends, and he often falls asleep directly in the classroom.”

After reading the testimonials, the teacher was very ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when on New Year’s Eve all the students brought her gifts wrapped in beautiful wrapping paper. However, her unloved student’s gift was wrapped in rough brown paper. Some of the children started laughing as the teacher took a bracelet out of the pack that lacked some stones and a quarter-full bottle of perfume.

But the teacher quieted the laughter in the classroom by exclaming:

“Oh, what a beautiful bracelet!” – and when she opened the bottle, she sprinkled perfume on her wrist.
That day the boy stayed in school for a longer time, went to the teacher and said:

“Today you smell like my mother!”

When the boy left, the teacher cried for a long time. From that day on, she refused to teach only literature, writing, and mathematics, but began to teach children also about goodness, principles, and compassion.

After a while, the unloved student began to revive. And the more the teacher motivated him, the better he answered. At the end of the school year, he became one of the best students.

Despite the fact that the teacher reiterated that she loved all the students equally, she really only valued and loved this boy. A year later, while she was already working with other students, she found a note under the classroom door where the boy wrote that she was the best teacher he had ever had.

It took another five years before she received another letter from her former student; the boy announced that he had graduated from college and was in third place in his course, and the woman continues to be the best teacher of his life.

Four years passed and the teacher received another letter in which her student wrote that despite all the difficulties, he would soon graduate with the best grades from the university and confirmed that she was still the best teacher he had ever had.

Another letter arrived four years later. This time he wrote that he decided to improve his knowledge after graduating from university. Now his first and last name had the word doctor in front. And in that letter he wrote that the woman was the best of all the teachers he had ever met.

Time has passed. In one of his letters, he said that he met a girl and will marryher, that his father had died two years ago, and asked if the woman would agree to take the place where the groom’s mother usually sits at the wedding. Of course, the teacher agreed.

On the student’s wedding day, she put on the same bracelet with the missing stones and bought the same perfume that reminded the unfortunate boy of his mother. They met, hugged, and he could smell his mother.

“Thank you for believing in me, thank you for making me feel needed and important, and for teaching me to believe in myself and to distinguish good from bad.”

The teacher replied with tears in her eyes, “You are wrong, you taught me everything. I didn’t know how to teach until I met you. ”