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โพสต์แล้ว: อังคาร มี.ค. 29, 2005 3:06 am
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เรื่องนี้น่ารักมากเลย ... ได้รับมาจากเพื่อนชาวต่างชาติ
ลองมาดูกันว่าเด็กที่พิการและมีความบกพร่องทางสติปัญญาเขาเข้าใจเรื่องของปัสกาอย่างไร
Jeremy was born with a twisted body and a slow mind. At the age of
12 he was still in second grade, seemingly unable to learn. His
teacher, Doris Miller, often became exasperated with him. He would
squirm in his seat, drool, and make grunting noises. At other times,
he spoke clearly and distinctly, as if a spot of light had
penetrated the darkness of his brain. Most of the time, however,
Jeremy just irritated his teacher.
One day she called his parents and asked them to come in for a
consultation. As the Forresters entered the empty classroom, Doris
said to them, "Jeremy really belongs in a special school. It isn't
fair to him to be with younger children who don't have learning
problems. Why, there is a five year gap between his age and that of
the other students."
Mrs. Forrester cried softly into a tissue, while her husband
spoke. "Miss Miller," he said, "there is no school of that kind
nearby. It would be a terrible shock for Jeremy if we had to take
him out of this school. We know he really likes it here." Doris sat
for a long time after they had left, staring at the snow outside the
window. Its coldness seemed to seep into her soul. She wanted to
sympathize with the Forresters. After all, their only child had a
terminal illness. But it wasn't fair to keep him in her class. She
had 18 other youngsters to teach, and Jeremy was a distraction.
Furthermore, he would never learn to read and write. Why waste any
more time trying?
As she pondered the situation, guilt washed over her. Here I am
complaining when my problems are nothing compared to that poor
family, she thought. Lord, please help me to be more patient with
Jeremy. From that day on, she tried hard to ignore Jeremy's noises
and his blank stares. Then one day, he limped to her desk, dragging
his bad leg behind him.
"I love you, Miss Miller," he exclaimed, loud enough for the whole
class to hear. The other students snickered, and Doris' face turned
red. She stammered, "Wh-why that's very nice, Jeremy. N-now please
take your seat."
Spring came, and the children talked excitedly about the coming of
Easter. Doris told them the story of Jesus, and then to emphasize
the idea of new life springing forth, she gave each of the children
a large plastic egg. "Now," she said to them, "I want you to take
this home and bring it back tomorrow with something inside that
shows new life. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Miss Miller," the children responded enthusiastically-all
except for Jeremy. He listened intently; his eyes never left her
face. He did not even make his usual noises. Had he understood what
she had said about Jesus' death and resurrection? Did he understand
the assignment? Perhaps she should call his parents and explain the
project to them.
That evening, Doris' kitchen sink stopped up. She called the
landlord and waited an hour for him to come by and unclog it. After
that, she still had to shop for groceries, iron a blouse, and
prepare a vocabulary test for the next day. She completely forgot
about phoning Jeremy's parents.
The next morning, 19 children came to school, laughing and talking
as they placed their eggs in the large wicker basket on Miss
Miller's desk. After they completed their math lesson, it was time
to open the eggs. In the first egg, Doris found a flower. "Oh yes, a
flower is certainly a sign of new life," she said. "When plants peek
through the ground, we know that spring is here." A small girl in
the first row waved her arm. "That's my egg, Miss Miller," she
called out. The next egg contained a plastic butterfly, which looked
very real. Doris held it up. "We all know that a caterpillar changes
and grows into a beautiful butterfly. Yes, that's new life, too."
Little Judy smiled proudly and said, "Miss Miller, that one is
mine." Next, Doris found a rock with moss on it. She explained that
moss, too, showed life. Billy spoke up from the back of the
classroom, "My daddy helped me," he beamed.
Then Doris opened the fourth egg. She gasped. The egg was empty.
Surely it must be Jeremy's she thought, and of course, he did not
understand her instructions. If only she had not forgotten to phone
his parents. Because she did not want to embarrass him, she quietly
set the egg aside and reached for another.
Suddenly, Jeremy spoke up.
"Miss Miller, aren't you going to talk about my egg?"
Flustered, Doris replied, "But Jeremy, your egg is empty."
He looked into her eyes and said softly, "Yes, but Jesus' tomb was empty, too."
Time stopped. When she could speak again, Doris asked him, "Do you
know why the tomb was empty?" "Oh, yes," Jeremy said, "Jesus was
killed and put in there. Then His Father raised Him up."
The recess bell rang. While the children excitedly ran out to the
school yard, Doris cried. The cold inside her melted completely
away.
Three months later, Jeremy died. Those who paid their respects at
the mortuary were surprised to see 19 eggs on top of his casket, all
of them empty.
Happy Easter!
เรื่องนี้น่ารักมากเลย ... ได้รับมาจากเพื่อนชาวต่างชาติ
ลองมาดูกันว่าเด็กที่พิการและมีความบกพร่องทางสติปัญญาเขาเข้าใจเรื่องของปัสกาอย่างไร
Jeremy was born with a twisted body and a slow mind. At the age of
12 he was still in second grade, seemingly unable to learn. His
teacher, Doris Miller, often became exasperated with him. He would
squirm in his seat, drool, and make grunting noises. At other times,
he spoke clearly and distinctly, as if a spot of light had
penetrated the darkness of his brain. Most of the time, however,
Jeremy just irritated his teacher.
One day she called his parents and asked them to come in for a
consultation. As the Forresters entered the empty classroom, Doris
said to them, "Jeremy really belongs in a special school. It isn't
fair to him to be with younger children who don't have learning
problems. Why, there is a five year gap between his age and that of
the other students."
Mrs. Forrester cried softly into a tissue, while her husband
spoke. "Miss Miller," he said, "there is no school of that kind
nearby. It would be a terrible shock for Jeremy if we had to take
him out of this school. We know he really likes it here." Doris sat
for a long time after they had left, staring at the snow outside the
window. Its coldness seemed to seep into her soul. She wanted to
sympathize with the Forresters. After all, their only child had a
terminal illness. But it wasn't fair to keep him in her class. She
had 18 other youngsters to teach, and Jeremy was a distraction.
Furthermore, he would never learn to read and write. Why waste any
more time trying?
As she pondered the situation, guilt washed over her. Here I am
complaining when my problems are nothing compared to that poor
family, she thought. Lord, please help me to be more patient with
Jeremy. From that day on, she tried hard to ignore Jeremy's noises
and his blank stares. Then one day, he limped to her desk, dragging
his bad leg behind him.
"I love you, Miss Miller," he exclaimed, loud enough for the whole
class to hear. The other students snickered, and Doris' face turned
red. She stammered, "Wh-why that's very nice, Jeremy. N-now please
take your seat."
Spring came, and the children talked excitedly about the coming of
Easter. Doris told them the story of Jesus, and then to emphasize
the idea of new life springing forth, she gave each of the children
a large plastic egg. "Now," she said to them, "I want you to take
this home and bring it back tomorrow with something inside that
shows new life. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Miss Miller," the children responded enthusiastically-all
except for Jeremy. He listened intently; his eyes never left her
face. He did not even make his usual noises. Had he understood what
she had said about Jesus' death and resurrection? Did he understand
the assignment? Perhaps she should call his parents and explain the
project to them.
That evening, Doris' kitchen sink stopped up. She called the
landlord and waited an hour for him to come by and unclog it. After
that, she still had to shop for groceries, iron a blouse, and
prepare a vocabulary test for the next day. She completely forgot
about phoning Jeremy's parents.
The next morning, 19 children came to school, laughing and talking
as they placed their eggs in the large wicker basket on Miss
Miller's desk. After they completed their math lesson, it was time
to open the eggs. In the first egg, Doris found a flower. "Oh yes, a
flower is certainly a sign of new life," she said. "When plants peek
through the ground, we know that spring is here." A small girl in
the first row waved her arm. "That's my egg, Miss Miller," she
called out. The next egg contained a plastic butterfly, which looked
very real. Doris held it up. "We all know that a caterpillar changes
and grows into a beautiful butterfly. Yes, that's new life, too."
Little Judy smiled proudly and said, "Miss Miller, that one is
mine." Next, Doris found a rock with moss on it. She explained that
moss, too, showed life. Billy spoke up from the back of the
classroom, "My daddy helped me," he beamed.
Then Doris opened the fourth egg. She gasped. The egg was empty.
Surely it must be Jeremy's she thought, and of course, he did not
understand her instructions. If only she had not forgotten to phone
his parents. Because she did not want to embarrass him, she quietly
set the egg aside and reached for another.
Suddenly, Jeremy spoke up.
"Miss Miller, aren't you going to talk about my egg?"
Flustered, Doris replied, "But Jeremy, your egg is empty."
He looked into her eyes and said softly, "Yes, but Jesus' tomb was empty, too."
Time stopped. When she could speak again, Doris asked him, "Do you
know why the tomb was empty?" "Oh, yes," Jeremy said, "Jesus was
killed and put in there. Then His Father raised Him up."
The recess bell rang. While the children excitedly ran out to the
school yard, Doris cried. The cold inside her melted completely
away.
Three months later, Jeremy died. Those who paid their respects at
the mortuary were surprised to see 19 eggs on top of his casket, all
of them empty.
Happy Easter!
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