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[MOL] The empty egg

Dear Moler angels...a friend sent this, and it touched me on so many levels,
especially as a cancerer. I send it with love to each of you, dear friends,
with a wish that during this special season each of you might be filled with
peace and hope. Love, Joicy

Jeremy was born with a twisted body and a slow mind. At the age of 12he
> >> 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'
> >> 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, Dori 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 waskilled
> >> and
> >> put in there. Then His Father raised Him up."
> >> The recess bell rang. While the children excitedly ran out to the
> >> schoolyard, Doris cried. The cold inside her melted completely away.
> >> Three months later, Jeremy died. Those who paid there respects at the
> >> mortuary were surprised to see 19 eggs on top of his casket, all of
> >> them empty. If this blesses you, pass it on.
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