Immediately upon arriving at work this morning I knew something was wrong. Nobody had said anything, or even looked at me funny. But I knew. It was just the vibe. I didn't ask because I figured that if someone wanted me to know, then someone would tell me. And someone did.
Mr. Joseph, a principal I have known for a few years, died in his sleep last night. He was in his thirties. He loved his wife, loved his child, and loved the one that is on the way. He was one of the best people I have ever worked with. He was too young to die.
I just saw him a month ago. He was so alive! He was excited about the new school year and eager to make it better than the last. He was the kind of person that made me want to be a better person. He had a way of helping everyone want to do their absolute best.
Why is it that the good people die young? It's so cliche to even ask. But why? He truly was one of the best. Overall. Both personally and professionally. But again, why? It is a question that I will probably never have the answer to. But I still want to know.
I know that people will mourn him for quite a while. His wife and children will eventually be able to live on. His school staff will continue to live up to his expectations and remember him fondly. And life will go on.
But this is cruel- the way the good people leave us so early. There is just no justifiable reason for Mr. Joseph to be gone. He had more life to live.
It's not often that I come across people who have such a strong impact on me. I am thankful to have had the chance to know him. And I know that I am not the only one who strives to be a person like him. He was special and I will not forget him.
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