On my first day of college, when we all were still very nervous and I was trying very hard to dissolve into the woodwork, our literature teacher said something to which I responded by abruptly standing up and yelling out To Sir.
And before I could complete, I heard another voice shout out with equal or more enthusiasm… With love!
We looked at each other then with the love that even long lost siblings don’t share. We’ve been crazy kindered spiritly friends since then.
A gazillion years later and we still smile thinking of that day. That’s the power his work had. Has!
RIP Mr Braithwaite! You will be thoroughly missed.