“I dunno, I’ll be around campus and when I see you…I just smile or laugh. You’re like the only one.” He said.
Pictured here sitting alone, he was watching a rugby game. Often accused of being a poser with his poofed hair or tight fitting shirt, he almost seemed to accept his low standing in the order of things. He wasn’t very good in school, and simply brushed off work as “bull” when he didn’t understand. The guys down the hall called him a tool to his face and worse behind his back. And maybe he was a bit tool-ish, with his cocky attitude and dumb humor, but for some reason, I saw past that. I saw the young, funny guy who was always underappreciated. I saw him on parent’s weekend, his mother and sister were walking with him. His father wasn’t there, I noticed. They were complaining and arguing with him over his low grades.
I had about a one minute heart to heart with him. And I was glad to find I had made a difference to him. He’ll never know it, but he taught me a lot.
