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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459857" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Teacher</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish I’d known him better.<br>But our respect for him was such<br>that you only spoke to him<br>when you needed to.<br>In a way, that was to know him truly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You wouldn’t notice him, passing him<br>in a crowd; and yet, two paces on, <br>and you’d feel you had just passed<br>someone who walked in their own space<br>and left space itself quite unaffected.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To meet him, in the corridor, say, <br>early in the morning, was - what? -<br>awesome, refreshing, vitalising: <br>there was a sense that overnight, <br>he’d dived into some deep ocean<br>of sheer bliss; and emerged<br>like a morning seashore, <br>washed with freshness, <br>full of deep thought, <br>and his eyes<br>full of an understanding kindness<br>which stayed with you all the day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What was extraordinary – of the many<br>things about this gloriously ordinary man -<br>was that although no-one ever saw him<br>looking at his watch, he was always<br>in the right place, and at just the right time, <br>yet never in a hurry – almost as if<br>he had some satellite navigation system built in.<br>And he always looked so genuinely pleased to be<br>just where he was. I don't think his facial muscles<br>knew how to pretend..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so this spread to all of us around him –<br>and of course, he never put this into words; <br>yet love surrounded him; and we just loved<br>to work with him. Though there were some, new to him, <br>who could barely handle such goodness<br>when they met it – wanted to challenge it, <br>find some reason to pick holes<br>in such perfection, although it was<br>unboasted. But these, he seemed<br>to know instinctively, and why they were<br>just as they were; one day, he and they<br>would be involved in some unusual and difficult situation –<br>even on occasion, dangerous -<br>and they’d be friends with him for life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was said by those who had known him well in earlier years<br>that extraordinary and miraculous things<br>happened to him – visions, angels, future things revealed, <br>revelations of some law beyond all laws; <br>we never talked of this; the story was<br>that when one older friend had questioned him of this, <br>he’d said, he always knew it would in time<br>be what he needed to pass on to others.<br>And there the matter rested.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’d say, for me, for life<br>he redefined the nature of true love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">for S.S.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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But our respect for him was such
that you only spoke to him
when you needed to.
In a way, that was to know him truly.

You wouldn’t notice him, passing him
in a crowd; and yet, two paces on, 
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