Teacher and student

Her name was Mrs. Morales.
While he was at the head of his 5th grade class, the first day of school, he started telling the children a lie. Like most of the teachers, she looked at her students telling them that she wanted them all equally. But that was not possible, because there in the front row, sprawled on his seat, was a boy named Matias Rodrigues.
The Mrs. Morales had observed Matias from the previous year and had noticed that he did not play very well with other children, his clothes were very neglected and constantly needed to take a good bath.
Matias was beginning to be somewhat unpleasant. The time came when Mrs. Morales enjoyed marking the Matias works with a red fiber doing a great x and placing a very striking zero at the top of his tasks.
In the school where Mrs. Morales taught, was required to check the history of each child, she left the file of matias for the end, when she reviewed your file, took a big surprise.
The first grade teacher wrote: "Matias is a very bright boy with an unrivaled smile. He does his work in a clean way and has very good manners, it is a pleasure to have him close."
His second grade teacher wrote: "Matias is an excellent student, he gets along very well with his classmates, but he is worried that his mother has an in curable disease and the environment in his house must be very difficult."
The third grade teacher wrote: "her mother is dead, she has been very hard for him, she tries to do her best, but her father does not show much interest and the atmosphere in her house will affect her soon if she does not measure certain measures . "
His fourth grade teacher wrote: "Matias is behind his classmates and does not show much interest in school, does not have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class."
Now Mrs. Morales had realized the problem and was sorry for herself. She began to feel worse when her pupils brought her gifts of the teacher's day, enveloped with precious shiny bows and paper, except Matias. His gift was badly wrapped with a yellow paper that he had taken from a paper bag. To Mrs. Morals gave panic open that gift in the midst of the other presents. Some children began to laugh when she found an old bracelet and a perfume with only a quarter of its contents. She stopped the children's taunts by exclaiming how precious the bracelet was while she tried it on and put some of the perfume on her wrist.
Matias rodrigues stayed that day at the end of the class the time enough to say: "Mrs. Morales, today you smell like I used to smell my mom."
After the child left she cried for at least an hour. Since that day, she stopped teaching children arithmetic, reading and writing. Instead, he began to teach children. The Mrs. Morales put special attention on Matias as he began to work with him, his brain began to revive. The more he supported, the faster he responded. By the end of the school year, Matias had become one of the most applied children of the class and in spite of his lie that he wanted all his students alike, Matias became one of the consent of the teacher.
Two years later, she found a note under her door that was Matias, telling her that she had been the best teacher she had ever had in her life.
Five years later for the same dates, received another note of Matias now wrote saying that she had finished high school being the third of her class and she was still the best teacher she had ever had in her life.
Five years later, he received another letter that said that despite the fact that sometimes things were very hard, he stayed in school and soon graduated with the highest honors. He repeated to Mrs. Morales who remained the best teacher she had ever had in her life and her favorite.
Four years later I received another letter. On this occasion he explained that after he finished his career, decided to travel a little the letter explained that she was still the best teacher he had and his favorite, but now his name had been extended a little the letter was signed by Dr. Matias Rodrigues.
The story does not end here, there is one more letter to read, you kill now that I had met a girl I was going to marry. Explained that his father had died for a couple of years and asked Mrs. Morals if you would like to occupy in your wedding the place that is usually reserved for the mother of the groom, of course the old teacher accept and guess ... she came wearing the old bracelet and made sure to use the perfume that you remembered that I used his mother the last Christmas they spent together.
They gave a great hug and the Dr. Rodrigues whispers to the ear, "thank you teacher, for making me feel important and show me that I can make the difference."
The Mrs. Morales, I take air and said, "Matias, you are wrong, you were the one who taught me that I can make a difference."
"I did not know how to educate until I met you."