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A teacher at my school committed suicide yesterday after a long and dehabilitating illness.
Mr James never taught me, but I knew him; we'd talked on whilst on trips to places. Back at school, we'd talk, occaisionally, about little things. He always smiled, and would always you by name if he passed you on his way somewhere. He was enthusiastic and involved, and would hold forth on politics and economics from his pessimistic-liberal veiwpoint with great energy, and was, amongst other things, our school's resident expert on campanology. He always wore shorts and sandals, even in the winter.
He had his faults; but I think that ever so slightly he made the world a better place, and most of us do not.
He will be missed.
Mr James never taught me, but I knew him; we'd talked on whilst on trips to places. Back at school, we'd talk, occaisionally, about little things. He always smiled, and would always you by name if he passed you on his way somewhere. He was enthusiastic and involved, and would hold forth on politics and economics from his pessimistic-liberal veiwpoint with great energy, and was, amongst other things, our school's resident expert on campanology. He always wore shorts and sandals, even in the winter.
He had his faults; but I think that ever so slightly he made the world a better place, and most of us do not.
He will be missed.