Feb 17, 2006 — A popular and longtime teacher at West York Area High School shot and killed himself overnight in his classroom, where his students found him Thursday morning.
A small handgun and a suicide note were found next to his body.
I danced at his wedding. I ate at his table. I was and am friends with his wife since before they were married.
He was a quirky guy, she was a quirky girl. They built a life together. They supported each other. She believes he did this to spare her more grief, later. She also believes that he was not thinking rationally. I believe she’s right, and I’m also mad at him, and God, and the fates.
“Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem” ---Who wrote that?
There is so much pharmacology out there, that it surprises me that people can get depressed to that stage, and yet, I can think of 2 suicides I knew personally, and three or so more that have affected me or people I love. A disturbance in the Force. Just in case you thought things were going pretty well, let me present you once again with your mortality. Like a cold wind.
The Art of the Day is: Compassion
posted by the other Joan @ 9:32 AM
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