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There are no words to describe what I'm feeling. I grew up watching reruns of Mork and Mindy. I watched Good Morning Viet Nam and remember thinking, "You can do that in the Army?" Dead Poets Society taught me several things about what it is to be a teacher and a student. I know it's corny, but I always wanted to stand on a desk and say, "Oh Captain, my Captain." I never found a teacher worthy enough. For the first time in a long, long time I felt that urge again.
I pray that he finds the peace in death that he struggled to find in life.
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