Being a user of Facebook, I have accumulated a large number of 'friends' many of whom are former students. As such, recent events have resulted in numerous private messages to me. Here's one of them. I'll post more in the coming days.
Thank you Mr.Stockwell. Chari (or Charlie as you liked to call her) and
I will never forget your kindness, to say that you left an impression
on us is an understatement. You never showed frustration, nor anger
during all of those years we knew you. You always had a great smile to
offer all of us. If that smile didn't work, then that jar of candy and
jolly ranchers, always did the trick. Its funny, that I still feel badly
about writing all over your desks. Even though it was always in
pencil, I felt bad that someone had to clean it up. It all makes sense
now that I am a graphic designer... To this day the smell of the glass
cleaner that was used still reminds me of your classroom and that doge
viper poster you had on the wall. As far as I can remember, the only
negative memory I had at the school was in 1995 a boy in my class Kyle
punched your assistant teacher in the belly and ran out of the school.
It is laughable that such a minor event seemed inconceivable at the
time. I remember her crying and saying "the punch didn't hurt, it was
the fact that someone doesn't like me that hurts". How I wish now that
adam was only loaded with punches instead... Thank you for being
super-human in this kid's eyes. I cannot imagine the pain you are going
through. My mom and I are only a message away if you ever would like
to grab a cup of coffee and catch up. You are a good man Mr.Stockwell.