My Kind of Teacher

Lessons of life often come easily, and at other times they come hard. This story about a teacher giving her students a lesson is extremely interesting, and probably very effective. If for nothing else her students will not forget it easily.

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Teacher Removes all Desks and Chairs From Classroom

NOW SHE IS A TEACHER!

In September of 2005, on the first day of school, Martha Cothren, a history teacher at Robinson High School in Little Rock did something not to be forgotten. On the first day of school, with the permission of the school superintendent, the principal and the building supervisor, she removed all of the desks in her classroom. When the first period kids entered the room they discovered that there were no desks

‘Ms. Cothren, where are our desks?’

She replied, ‘You can’t have a desk until you tell me how you earn the right to sit at a desk.’

They thought, ‘Well, maybe it’s our grades.’ ‘No,’ she said.

‘Maybe it’s our behavior.’ She told them, ‘No, it’s not even your behavior.’

And so, they came and went, the first period, second period, third period. Still no desks in the classroom.  Kids called their parents to tell them what was happening and by early afternoon television news crews had started gathering at the school to report about this crazy teacher who had taken all the desks out of her room.

The final period of the day came and as the puzzled students found seats on the floor of the desk-less classroom.  Martha Cothren said, ‘Throughout the day no one has been able to tell me just what he or she has done to earn the right to sit at the desks that are ordinarily found in this classroom.  Now I am going to tell you.’

At this point, Martha Cothren went over to the door of her classroom and opened it.  Twenty-seven (27) U.S. Veterans, all in uniform, walked into that classroom, each one carrying a school desk.  The Vets began placing the school desks in rows, and then they would walk over and stand alongside the wall.  By the time the last soldier had set the final desk in place those kids started to understand, perhaps for the first time in their lives, just how the right to sit at those desks had been earned.

Martha said, ‘You didn’t earn the right to sit at these desks. These heroes did it for you.  They placed the desks here for you.  They went halfway around the world, giving up their education and interrupting their careers and families so you could have the freedom you have. Now, it’s up to you to sit in them.  It is your responsibility to learn, to be good students, to be good citizens.  They paid the price so that you could have the freedom to get an education.  Don’t ever forget it.’ 

By the way, this is a true story.  And this teacher was awarded the Veterans of Foreign Wars Teacher of the Year for the State of Arkansas in 2006.  She is the daughter of a WWII POW.

Do you think this email is worth passing along so others won’t forget either, that the freedoms we have in this great country were earned by our US. Veterans?  I did.

Let us always remember the men and women of our military and the rights that they have won for us.

Wear Red Fridays

I received this piece this morning and decided to post it because it is such an inspirational story. Just before I did click publish I decided to check it out with SNOPES. It is listed as undecided. They show several different variants of the letter in circulation. Then I decided that it doesn’t matter even if it were found to be FALSE that I was going to pass it on. Why,? Just because it represents a sentiment, and respect in this country  for the youth who serve in our military. I for one believe this is a true story, and I salute the young warriors who gave it meaning. Wear Red on Fridays!
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Will you give this to my Daddy?

  
 As a Company, Southwest Airlines is going to support ‘Red Fridays’.
 
  
 
Last week I was in Atlanta , Georgia attending a conference. While I was in the airport returning home, I heard several people behind me beginning to clap and cheer. I immediately turned around and witnessed one of the greatest acts of patriotism I have ever seen. 
 

  
 
Moving through the terminal was a group of soldiers in their camos. As they began heading to their gate, everyone (well almost everyone) was abruptly to their feet with their hands waving and cheering. 
 
   
 
When I saw the soldiers, probably 30-40 of them, being applauded and cheered for, it hit me. I’m not alone. I’m not the only red-blooded American who still loves this country and supports our troops and their families.
Of course, I immediately stopped and began clapping for these young unsung heroes who are putting their lives on the line everyday for us so we can go to school, work and home without fear or reprisal. 
 
 
Just when I thought I could not be more proud of my country or of our service men and women, a young girl, not more than 6 or 7 years old, ran up to one of the male soldiers. He kneeled down and said ‘hi.’ 
 

The little girl then asked him if he would give something to her daddy for her. 
 
 
The young soldier, who didn’t look any older than maybe 22 himself, said he would try and what did she want to give to her Daddy. Then suddenly the little girl grabbed the neck of this soldier, gave him the biggest hug she could muster and then kissed him on the cheek. 
 

The mother of the little girl, who said her daughter’s name was Courtney, told the young soldier that her husband was a Marine and had been in Iraq for 11 months now. As the mom was explaining how much her daughter Courtney missed her father, the young soldier began to tear up. 
 

 
When this temporarily single mom was done explaining her situation, all of the soldiers huddled together for a brief second. Then one of the other servicemen pulled out a military-looking walkie-talkie. They started playing with the device and talking back and forth on it.. 
 

 
After about 10-15 seconds of this, the young soldier walked back over to Courtney, bent down and said this to her, ‘I spoke to your daddy and he told me to give this to you.’ He then hugged this little girl that he had just met and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He finished by saying ‘your daddy told me to tell you that he loves you more than anything and he is coming home very soon.’
 

The mom at this point was crying almost uncontrollably and as the young soldier stood to his feet, he saluted Courtney and her mom. I was standing no more than 6 feet away from this entire event. 
 

 
As the soldiers began to leave, heading towards their gate, people resumed their applause. As I stood there applauding and looked around, there were very few dry eyes, including my own. That young soldier in one last act of selflessness, turned around and blew a kiss to Courtney with a tear rolling down his cheek. 
 

We need to remember everyday all of our soldiers and their families and thank God for them and their sacrifices. At the end of the day, it’s good to be an American.
 

RED FRIDAYS —– Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing Red every Friday. The reason? Americans who support our troops used to be called the ‘silent majority’. We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for God, country and home in record breaking numbers. 
 

We are not organized, boisterous or over-bearing. We get no liberal media coverage on TV, to reflect our message or our opinions. Many American, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to recognize that the vast majority of Americans supports our troops. 
 

Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday -and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that.. Every red-blooded American who supports our men and women afar will wear something red. 
 

By word of mouth, press, TV — let’s make the United States on every Friday a sea of red much like a homecoming football game in the bleachers.
 

If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, co-workers, friends, and family. It will not be long before the USA is covered in RED and it will let our troops know the once ‘silent’ majority is on their side more than ever; certainly more than the media lets on. 
 

The first thing a soldier says when asked ‘What can we do to make things better for you?’ is…We need your support and your prayers.
 

Let’s get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example; and wear something red every Friday. 
 

IF YOU AGREE — THEN SEND THIS ON
 

IF YOU DO NOT THEN HIT THE DELETE BUTTON — IT IS YOUR CHOICE. I don’t know if you’ve seen this, but I couldn’t delete it.. 
 

 WE LIVE IN THE LAND OF THE FREE, ONLY BECAUSE OF THE BRAVE. THEIR BLOOD RUNS RED—- SO WEAR RED! — MAY GOD HELP AMERICA TO BECOME ONE NATION, UNDER GOD.

Just For Laughs

I love it when people send me stuff, especially when it involves a bunch of guys amusing themselves because they are bored to tears with their job.

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Do think he hitched a ride?

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Ah Yes! nothing like a dunk on a hot day

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Why won’t this thing get off the ground?

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Clever, I wonder if he sucked anyone into his ploy.

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These guys look a little too Chinese for me

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Big Boy Toys

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I hope he misses his foot.

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Fly in the wind.

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My favorite

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Do you think the ass held still during the shooting?

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An instruction manual?

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Trusty Spotter

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Just a friendly joust

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Bean powered missle

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A new way to play war?

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I hope that hand bag doesn’t weigh as much as Peggy’s

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Mooning Muslims in broad daylight

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Sorry, Mr. Obama, the Constitution is not negotiable

I recently learned about Oath Keepers. Not having been in the military, this practice of military veterans dedicated to upholding the US Constitution escaped me.

The Battling Boys of Benghazi

United States Marine Corps Memorial

United States Marine Corps Memorial (Photo credit: Adelaide Archivist)

A poem supposedly written by a Marine Corps officer who choses to remain anonymous.

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