All the Good Things

He was in the first third-grade class I taught at Saint Mary's School in Morris, Minnesota. All 34 of my students were dear to me, but Mark Eklund was one in a million. Very neat in appearance, he had that happy-to-be-alive attitude that made even his occasional mischievousness delightful.

Mark also talked incessantly. I had to remind him again and again that talking without permission was not acceptable. What impressed me so much, though, was his sincere response every time I had to correct him for misbehaving. \correcting me, Sister!\I became accustomed to hearing it many times a day.

One morning my patience was growing thin when Mark talked once too often, and then I made a novice-teacher's mistake. I looked at Mark and said, \more word, I am going to tape your mouth shut!\

It wasn't ten seconds later when Chuck blurted out, \I hadn't asked any of the students to help me watch Mark, but since I had stated the punishment in front of the class, I had to act on it.

I remember the scene as if it had occurred this morning. I walked to my desk, very deliberately opened the drawer and took out a roll of masking tape. Without saying a word, I proceeded to Mark's desk, tore off two pieces of tape and made a big X with them over his mouth. I then returned to the front of the room.

As I glanced at Mark to see how he was doing, he winked at me. That did it! I started laughing. The entire class cheered as I walked back to Mark's desk, removed the tape, and shrugged my shoulders. His first words were, \you for correcting me, Sister.

At the end of the year I was asked to teach junior-high math. The years flew by, and before I knew it Mark was in my classroom again. He was more handsome than ever and just as polite. Since he had to listen carefully to my instructions in the new math\

One Friday, things just didn't feel right. We had worked hard on a new concept all week, and I sensed that the students were growing frustrated with themselves—and edgy with one another. I had to change the mood of the class before it got out of hand. So I asked them to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then I told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish the assignment, but as the students left the room, each one handed me the papers. Charlie smiled. Mark said, \

That Saturday, I wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and I listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday I gave each student his or her list. Some of them ran two pages. Before long, the entire class was smiling. \to anyone!\

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. I never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents. But it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another again.

That group of students moved on. Several years later, after I returned from a vacation, my parents met me at the airport. As we were driving home, Mother asked the usual questions about the trip, the weather, my experiences in general. There was a slight lull in the conversation. Mother gave Dad a sideways glance and simply said, \My father cleared his throat as he usually did before saying something important. \

\I said. \haven't heard from them for several years. I wonder how Mark is.

Dad responded quietly. \tomorrow, and his parents would like it if you could attend.\To this day I can still point to the exact spot on I-494 where Dad told me about Mark.

I had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. Mark looked so handsome, so mature. All I could think at that moment was, Mark, I would give all the masking tape in the world if only you could talk to me.

After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates headed to Chuck's farmhouse for lunch. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting for me. \to show you something,\found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.\

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. I knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which I had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him. \said. \

Mark's classmates started to gather around us. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, \still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.\Chuck's wife said, \asked me to put his in our wedding album.\\have mine too,\Marilyn said. \in my diary.\Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocket-book, took out her wallet and showed her worn and ragged list to the group. \carry this with me at all times,\lists.\

That's when I finally sat down and cried. I cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

美言尽在其中

1我当时在明尼苏达州莫里斯市的圣玛丽学校任教，马克·埃克隆是我教的三年级一班的学生。全班34个学生都和我很亲密，但马克确是百里挑一。他衣冠整洁，一副乐天派的样子，即便偶尔调皮一下，也显得那么可爱。

2马克上课时还会说个不停。我只得一次次提醒他，未经允许讲话是不可以的。然而，每次我不得不纠正他的捣乱行为时，他的反应总是那么真诚，这给我留下了深刻的印象。“谢谢您纠正我的行为，好老师!”起初我不明白他的话到底什么意思，可是不久我就习惯了，每天都听他这么说好多遍。

3一天上午，当马克又在不停地说话时，我没了耐心，而且犯了一个见习教师常犯的错误。我看着马克说道：“如果你再说一个字，我就用胶带把你的嘴封住!”

4不到十秒钟就听见查克突然嚷起来：“马克又说话了。”我并没有让任何学生帮我看着马克，可是既然我已经在全班面前讲了我的惩罚办法，就要说到做到。

5我还记得那时的情景，就好像是今天上午才发生的。我当时走到自己的桌前，不慌不忙地拉开抽屉，拿出一卷遮蔽胶带，接着一言不发地走到马克桌前，撕下两条胶带，在他的嘴上贴成一个大大的叉。然后我又回到教室的前面。

6当我瞥了马克一眼想看看他的反应时，他对我眨了眨眼。他得逞了!我笑了起来。我回到马克的桌旁，撕掉了贴在他嘴上的胶带，无可奈何地耸了耸肩，这时全班都欢呼起来。撕掉胶带后他说的第一句话是：“谢谢您纠正我的行为，好老师。”

7那年年底的时候我被安排去教初中数学。时光飞逝，不知不觉中马克又坐在了我的教室里。他比过去更英俊了，而且还是那么彬彬有礼。因为不得不仔细听我讲解“新数学”，九年级的马克不再像在三年级时那么爱讲话了。

8有个星期五，情况使人感到有点不对头。整整一周我们都在学习一个新概念。我感觉到学生们开始泄气了，而且彼此之间变得急躁易怒。我得改变一下班级的气氛以免情况失控。于是我让他们把班上其他同学的名字列在两张纸上，在名字之间留出些空间。然后我让他们想出有关每个同学的最好的评价，并把它写下来。

9那堂课剩下的时间全花在了完成这项工作上。但是当学生们离开教室的时候，每人都把他们写好的两张纸递给我。查克面带微笑。马克对我说：“谢谢您教我，好老师。祝您周末愉快。”

10那个星期六，我把每个学生的名字分别写在一张纸上，然后把其他人说的关于那个人的话都一一列在上面。星期一，我把这些纸发给每个学生自己。有的有两页之多。没多久，全班都在微笑。“真的吗”我听见有人轻声说。“我从没想到会有人看重那件事。”“我没想到别人会这么喜欢我!”

ll没有人在班上再提起那些纸。我也不知道他们是否在课后或与他们的父母谈论过那些(列在纸上的)事，可是那并不重要。这次活动已经达到了它的目的。学生们又感到快乐了，相互之间又愉快相处了。

12那一拨学生接着该去哪儿去哪儿了。几年后，我度假回来，父母到机场接我。开车回家的路上，母亲问了些关于旅行的事，都是老一套：天气怎么样以及大体的旅行经历。然后谈话中有点儿冷场。母亲瞟了父亲一眼，简捷地说：“她爸”于是父亲清了清喉咙，就像通常他要说些重要的事情之前做的那样。“埃克隆夫妇昨晚打电话来了，”他开始说道。 13“真的”我说。“我已经好几年没和他们联系了，不知道马克怎么样了。”

14爸爸平静地回答我。“马克死在越南了，”他说。“明天举行葬礼。他父母希望你能参加。”直到今天我还清清楚楚地记得父亲是在494号州际公路的哪个地方告诉我马克的事的。

15我以前从没见过躺在军用棺材里的军人。马克看上去是那么英俊，那么成熟。那一时刻，我的脑海里只有这么一句话：马克，只要你能和我说句话，我愿意付出一切。

16葬礼过后，马克的大多数同学到查克的农舍去吃午饭。马克的父母在那儿，他们显然在等我。“我们想给你看样东西，”马克的爸爸边说边从口袋里拿出一个皮夹。“这是马克牺牲后他们在他身上发现的。我们想你也许能认得这个。”

17他把皮夹打开，小心翼翼地拿出两张破旧的笔记本纸。很明显，那纸已经用胶带粘贴，反反复复地折叠过。我不用看就知道是什么纸，我在那上面列出了每个同学说过的马克的优点。“真是感谢你做了这样的事，”马克的妈妈说。“你能看得出，马克很珍视它。” 18马克的同学纷纷围住了我们。查理十分腼腆地笑着说：“我还留着我的那份呢。放在我家书桌最顶层的抽屉里。”查克的妻子说：“查克让我把他的那份放在我们的结婚像册里。”“我那份也留着呢，”玛里琳说。“夹在我的日记里。”另一个同学维姬伸手到她的皮包里，拿出了她的皮夹，把她那张破旧不堪的纸给大家看。“我一直把它带在身上，”维姬毫不犹豫地说。“我想我们都留着自己的这些(优点)单子。”

19就在那个时候，我终于坐下来，哭了，为马克，也为所有永远不能再见到他的那些朋友而流泪。’