This is the first time in a long time I have written anything on here. Mostly because I have become, I guess, bored of it. But there’s something I’d like to flesh out and share with anyone who would like to read this.
I’m feeling an enormous amount of guilt tonight. Richard Folsom, my high school history teacher was killed yesterday when his car slid off the road and ran into a tree. He was 59 years old. He was a tremendous man who put so much of his time and heart into teaching. As we addressed him as Mr. Folsom, he would address us as our last names as well. And he could be a dick sometimes. Some people really disliked him for his brash and outspoken style, but he was that way to keep us in line. He didn’t want us to waste our time. He treated his task as a teacher and a facilitator of young minds with such respect and dignity.
I didn’t go to work today because of the poor driving conditions. I reveled in the day off. I relaxed, read, watched a movie, and was thankful for the storm. From the looks of other facebooks, twitters, and blogs, I think most people did. But while I stayed snug in my house, Mr. Folsom died. And he probably wasn’t the only one.
People die every day, and there is nothing we can do about it. I know this, but still, I was so thankful for a storm that resulted in the loss of a life. A very important one to me, Kennebunk High School, and the community.