A moment of kindness can can have long lasting effects
Ya’at’eeh and Loloma.
Greetings to everyone and welcome to another year at Tuba City District, we are honored to be here for those who enter our lives as students and staff members.
What have you planned for this year as an interest for the children of our district? If it is one of partnerships, then I have a story to share with you. You may have heard it before or something like it may have crossed your path.
One day Mary was in a local grocery store purchasing vegetables for her dinner. She noticed that the owner Mr. Farmer was talking to a young boy that had his eyes on some very delicious looking vegetables.
She head him say to the boy, “Hi Bill, don’t those vegetables look delicious?”
“Uh huh,” he replied, “They do look great.”
“Would you like some to take home to eat with your dinner? said Mr. Farmer. “Nope, no money to buy them. Not today,” said the boy.
“Well, let me see. Do you have anything to trade with me for some of those vegetables?” said Mr. Farmer.
The boy looked around and said, “I have a marble in my pocket would you like to see it?”
“Okay. Is it a red marble?” asked Mr. Farmer.
The young boy brings his marble out and shows Mr. Farmer. It was not a red one but a beautiful blue one.
“Well,” said Mr. Farmer, “I’ll tell you what. Do you have a red marble at home?” “Yes, its kinda’ red I think,” said the boy.
“Okay, then let’s do this. I will give you some vegetables to take home and when you come back again would you bring me the red marble?”
“Yeah, I can do that,” said the boy still looking at the vegetables.
Mary turned to pay for her groceries and Mrs. Farmer noticing her smile said, “He does that all the time. There are three boys he likes to do that with. They come back next time with their red marbles and Mr. Farmer tells them oh, I really think I like yellow marbles instead. He then gives them what they want with a request to bring the yellow marble next time.”
Many years later Mary reads in the paper that Mr. Farmer had passed on.
Remembering him from her visit to his store, she made it a point to attend the funeral.
While in line she saw three young men taking their turn to pay respects to Mr. Farmer. One was well dressed in his suit and tie with tie tack and matching cufflinks neatly in place. One was spick and span in his military uniform, with shoulders back with a firm looking chin. The last young man had the look of a grocery owner proudly dressed in his store’s uniform.
They gave Mrs. Farmer a hug and patted Mr. Farmer’s hands as they passed him by. When Mary got to Mrs. Farmer, she reminded her who she was and the story they shared those years ago.
Mrs. Farmer smiled and said that the three boys had just been there a moment ago. She then led Mary over to Mr. Farmer.
“He had been paid in full,” she said then drew Mary’s eyes to the sight of three shiny red marbles at his side, one from each of the boys.
There is no moral to this story other then the one that you draw from it. However I would like to add one more thought for consideration.
There are no building blocks of brick and mortar that would have more impact then when you are helping children build a foundation for productivity, respect and kindness.
The last page that they write may reflect what you have done.
May your actions keep you on an even keel while maximizing the learning opportunities you plan for your students. Thank you.
(Dr. Hector Tahu, TCUSD Superintendent, has lived and worked in the Tuba City community for more than 26 years. A full blooded Maori native from New Zealand, Dr. Tahu and his wife Nolani, a full native Hawaiian, raised their entire family on the Navajo Reservation with both their own children and several of their attending TCUSD schools. Dr. Tahu has served as TCUSD’s Superintendent for the past three years.)