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Found out late last night that a colleague from our sister elementary school took his life yesterday. Brett Everett, great guy, worked with him every spring and fall to help with the public school xc running and track and field meets. His brother and sister-in-law work at my school, he was Kynyn's phys.ed. teacher at James Bolton P.S. Always positive, polite, pleasant, patient, calm, kind, organized and professional. Kids loved him, he loved the kids. Last time I spoke with him in April, when I asked how things were going he said "Living the dream, teaching phys.ed. to great kids. Doesn't get better than that." How does someone go from "living the dream" to the nightmare of depression, so dark that suicide becomes the only option?
Tough to have a good day with that news. Didn't even try.
Just cried with my co-workers and students.