A few years ago I read that my old class teacher had died, and I was so moved, that I wanted to go to his funeral. I kind of needed to be there. I believe that we all meet people at a certain time of our lives, who we, without even knowing it, will be deeply affected by.

At the funeral I met his wife, and I know that we met back at school when I was a pupil, and suddenly I remembered that she said the most incredible things to me when I was a boy.

She had the ability to see through me, and somehow she made me aware that there were positive things about going to school. Things I could not see because I in my 5th or 6th year stopped trying, and my good grades dropped.

The funeral ended up being quite moving, because I suddenly felt that so much of what I had kept inside of me, was released in that church …

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Pete, 62