The Texas Teacher

[Carol Kane]

Did you hear about the Texas teacher who was helping one of her kindergarten students put on his cowboy boots?

He asked for help & she could see why. Even with her pulling and him pushing, the little boots still didn't want to go on. Finally, when the 2nd boot was on, she had worked up a sweat.

She almost cried when the little boy said, "Teacher, they're on the wrong feet." She looked and sure enough, they were. It wasn't any easier pulling the boots off than it was putting them on. She managed to keep her cool as together they worked to get the boots back on, this time on the right feet.

He then announced, "These aren't my boots."

She bit her tongue rather than get right in his face and scream, "Why didn't you say so?" like she wanted to. And, once again she struggled to help him pull the ill-fitting boots off his little feet.

No sooner they got the boots off and he said, "They're my brother's boots. My Mom made me wear 'em."

Now she didn't know if she should laugh or cry. But, she mustered up the grace and courage she had left to wrestle the boots on his feet again. Helping him into his coat, she asked, "Now, where are your mittens?"

He said, "I stuffed 'em in the toes of my boots."

Her trial starts next month :basic05

[Cecil Wallace]

That's just as funny as the first time I heard it.
Thanks.

[Paul Whitaker]

I heard of another Texas teacher-

He was an older gentleman. He walked into the classroom of a class which had been totally out of control with other teachers.

He had on a ten gallon hat, jeans, checked shirt, vest, western tie and boots.

He placed his briefcase on his desk, pulled out a candle and a candle holder, then some matches. He lit the candle, put it in the holder and then took it slowly to the back of the room. He put it in the center of the window sill after he opened the window.

He walked back to the desk and took out a six-shooter.

He took careful aim (with the students moving to one side or another - to get out of his line of fire). He fired and the candle was out - first shot.

He turned up the pistol with the barrel pointing up, blew across the barrel, put the gun back in the briefcase, closed the briefcase and put it down beside the desk.

He then asked, "Who has a question??"

He had not problems with discipline - so they say

[Carsten Schermuly]

... this time on the right feet.


... this time on the right foot. - were more correct, I think, OK?


BUT
why both boots on one foot?
He at least has also a left foot.
No wonder, it was a hardness.



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[Paul Whitaker]

... this time on the right foot. - were more correct, I think, OK?


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In this case "on the right feet" meant that the boots were on the correct feet.

right/correct both mean the same thing in some cases.

[Carsten Schermuly]

IHe walked into the classroom of a class which had been totally out of control with other teachers.

A true story.
I was sent to school as a five aged Baby. Too early - and since nobody was interested to watch me - I could do whatever I liked. In 1962 when I learned my first profession as a carpenter, we got a better youth protecting law in Germany, saying under more titles, only parents might strike children, no more teachers, or other pedagogic autorithies - and never a stranger. So during my children years I got often a load, during whole weeks daily.

Nobody was interested in me, - once difficulties appeared, I was fired.
Pedagogic personel have not been pedagogic educated - six years after WWII - they all have been still hidden Nazis! Believe that.
My mother gave me later to another family and in homeschools, not knowing how to handle me.
I was only interested in bad doings - following only my own will.
I was absolutely closed.
No wonder, nody had interest.


Only ONE exception!

After summer break of fourth grade I was on a next school - after long discusses - because nobody liked to have a pure naughty boy in class.

Mrs. Dorohea Thorwirt
married, mother of two children, a few years elder than I, sat on her desk once I entered her classroom. I waited by the door, not awaiting a kind word, just the order where to sit down.
She smiled and waved me to her.

"Hello, I am Mrs Thorwirt, what's your name, please?"

"Carsten"

"I guess, I should know you, I have heard alot stories about you."

(Oh my goodness, what is coming now?)

"I do not believe any of it. You and me, - let us be best friends." and reached me her hand.

She left me not out.
She has drawn me to her and hugged me.
She often did. Weak scholars, giving a (mindst nearby ) correct answer, she hugged and said good words about.

I was busy not to disturb her lessons - and as long she lived we have been friennds and as often I visit my families graves on the old main cemetery of my hometown, I visit also her grave.

She planted the idea of love in me.
Sure - to love needs also discipline, but she made it easy to answer her love!

[Carsten Schermuly]

In this case "on the right feet" meant that the boots were on the correct feet.

right/correct both mean the same thing in some cases.

Thank you! You are too kind!



For an answer like yours I have waited.


I got you.






Right?

[Carsten Schermuly]

Excuse me -

I just liked to make a joke - and this word game "right - correct" came absolutely in the right moment across my way.


My desire was not to make you a laughingly figure, OK?

[Gina Stevenson]

A true story.
I was sent to school as a five aged Baby. Too early - and since nobody was interested to watch me - I could do whatever I liked ................

Nobody was interested in me, - once difficulties appeared, I was fired ...............

I was only interested in bad doings - following only my own will. I was absolutely closed. No wonder, nody had interest.

Only ONE exception!

After summer break of fourth grade .............................
Mrs. Dorohea Thorwirt ................... She smiled and waved me to her.

"Hello, I am Mrs Thorwirt, what's your name, please?"

"Carsten"

"I guess, I should know you, I have heard alot stories about you."

(Oh my goodness, what is coming now?)

"I do not believe any of it. You and me, - let us be best friends." and reached me her hand.

She left me not out ............... she hugged and said good words about.

I was busy not to disturb her lessons - and as long she lived we have been friennds and as often I visit my families graves on the old main cemetery of my hometown, I visit also her grave.

She planted the idea of love in me.

Sure - to love needs also discipline, but she made it easy to answer her love!

Carsten, often it's just one person who makes a difference in someone's life ... 'glad she was there for you; bet Ruth is definitely very glad. ;)

[Carsten Schermuly]

Carsten, often it's just one person who makes a difference in someone's life ... 'glad she was there for you; bet Ruth is definitely very glad. ;)

She was a refugee from Silesia, today Poland. In Winter 44 / 45 she was lonely with her little kids by foot on the roads. The jurney ended in Landshut Bavaria. The bavian population is catholic and can be to strangers very ugly. This formed her heart.

Overcome the Bad by Love.

[Jen Blackburn]

Thank you! You are too kind!



For an answer like yours I have waited.


I got you.






Right?





cute, Carsten :D I think you've got it ... "right".... .:D

[Carsten Schermuly]

It is already a few years ago, I read this boots - story first times. I like it much. Who does not like it?
The crazy idea to put two boots on only one foot I had already since longer times - now was the day, I could let it out.

I must laugh all the time about this boots story and all the "typically human" - bachgrounds, touched by it!
It is a masterpiece.

[Joanne Vergin]

Nobody was interested in me, - once difficulties appeared,

I was only interested in bad doings - following only my own will.
I was absolutely closed.
No wonder, nody had interest.


Only ONE exception!

After summer break of fourth grade I was on a next school - after long discusses - because nobody liked to have a pure naughty boy in class.

Mrs. Dorohea Thorwirt
married, mother of two children, a few years elder than I, sat on her desk once I entered her classroom. I waited by the door, not awaiting a kind word, just the order where to sit down.
She smiled and waved me to her.

"Hello, I am Mrs Thorwirt, what's your name, please?"

"Carsten"

"I guess, I should know you, I have heard alot stories about you."

(Oh my goodness, what is coming now?)

"I do not believe any of it. You and me, - let us be best friends." and reached me her hand.

She left me not out.
She has drawn me to her and hugged me.
She often did. Weak scholars, giving a (mindst nearby ) correct answer, she hugged and said good words about.

I was busy not to disturb her lessons - and as long she lived we have been friennds and as often I visit my families graves on the old main cemetery of my hometown, I visit also her grave.

She planted the idea of love in me.
Sure - to love needs also discipline, but she made it easy to answer her love!


THank you for sharing this story Carsten. Like Gina said, It just takes one person to make a difference. Did she share her faith with you?

Jo

[Carsten Schermuly]

Everybody knows what will be right - from his nature (otherwise a beating mind would not happen). Misused children do know how loving parents should be (in their imagination), so they do love their parents in hope, to get on a day what they do dream of. A similar thing will happen with kidnapped people. Another one has overtaken responsibility for their life and during the time they step in communication and do develop sympathy. In extreme cases (weak personalities) victims of kidnappers do help the violators to do their crime acts.

I can not remember she has told about faith. I remember well her life story. She did know what it means to be member of an underpressed tiny minority. To do it better was typical for her - all things she ever did, have been "healing". She was a rare goldpiece. Once I had to rezitate a short poem, three or four verses and could end without a mistake. She stood up from her chair, came across classrom and hugged me by a lovely speech. That was a breaking point. After that she was like an aunt (or better) for me, she tried to talk about personal difficulties - not in direct relation to school - and I told her the truth. In case, another one had tried, I had been locked.

[Carsten Schermuly]

She was from Silesia and in end of WWII. she did flee like many others before Stalins Red Army - lonely in winter with two little children. Her husband was soldier and she did not know where he was. She was lead by german authorities to Bavaria. In a village not far away from a town named Landshut she was unwanted. A catholic environment is very bad in this - once someone is in needings. He will be hated, but not beloved. I know from what I do talk by my own and her story is just a little stone in a large mosaic picture I got. Later, maybe in 1947 or 48, after the Allied had built a new order, she came to Göttingen in Lower Saxony in common with her husband, to get her job as a teacher.
She rolled the Rs like everybody from Silesia did.

[Carsten Schermuly]

Thea Thorwirth, Dorothea Thorwirth, she sould have her own memorial. People, doing nothing else like a normal job will get Nobel prices and other honours. People, will appear like a light in the darkness will not been honoured - why that?

I know an exception. The town Göttingen does honour an old Lady. She was not well educated and sold greens, fruits, herbes on the Göttingen market. She was a dominating mind with her loving heart and has often taken part for people in weak positions and was a voice for righteousness. She got a bronce statue, showing her sitting between the things, she did sell. Her memorial is placed between railway station and town - not a happy solution, far away from market place where she "lived".

Mrs. Charlotte Müller (1840 - 1935),
titled as eldest street trader of the world - 95 years old.
Memorial by Katherine Hobson - Kraus, 1937.

[Marg Webb]

She was from Silesia and in end of WWII. she did flee like many others before Stalins Red Army - lonely in winter with two little children. Her husband was soldier and she did not know where he was. She was lead by german authorities to Bavaria. In a village not far away from a town named Landshut she was unwanted. A catholic environment is very bad in this - once someone is in needings. He will be hated, but not beloved. I know from what I do talk by my own and her story is just a little stone in a large mosaic picture I got. Later, maybe in 1947 or 48, after the Allied had built a new order, she came to Göttingen in Lower Saxony in common with her husband, to get her job as a teacher.
She rolled the Rs like everybody from Silesia did.

Carsten, I love your stories. They are so very, very real to me. Please tell us more about the time of and after WW 2.

[Anne and Dwayne Hood]

Carsten, Thanks for sharing funny and touching things with us. You relly have a great love for people. Yours and Ruth's friendship mean so much to me and Dwayne. You are a VERY intelligent person, even though satan spent many years trying to rob you of that fact. In many ways, things are "looking up" for you now, and we are praying for the best for you and your family, always. god is able. If He can do something that makes you very happy one time. He certainly knows how to do it again. And, in the spiritual realm--"Keep your eyes upeon that eastern sky. Lift up your head-REDEMPTION draweth nigh-near."