He was a student in my eighth grade English class the first
year I taught. He never stopped moving and he never stopped drumming on his
desk. I watched him grow from a gangly, rather awkward young man that some
compared to the old TV character Steve Urkle into a polished, debonair college
man. He was full of humor and laughter, worked hard, and was a kind and
generous young man. He was also honest and not afraid to speak the truth even
to one of his teachers. I became a better teacher because he was brave enough to respectfully speak truth.
I remember the day he came into class and told me his father
(a leader in our church who I loved and appreciated) had died of a heart
attack. He had me convinced this was true for several minutes until he ‘fessed
up that it was just a prank. I also remember the times he was working in the
school cafeteria and gave me my lunch for free and how he worked hard to gather
donations to take to families in need in our community. A prankster? Yes. A
heart of gold? Yes.
I came to school on March 28, 2007 and the mood was somber.
One of the teachers pulled me aside and told me that My Drummer Boy Student had
been killed the night before. He was out with some friends from Quinnipiac
University and he got on his motorcycle and pulled out to leave. No one seemed
sure what had happened, but he was thrown from the bike and died a few minutes
later in his girlfriend’s arms. Oh, this could not be.
At his funeral we heard about other pranks he had pulled
such as convincing a family during his college days that he was an Egyptian Jew
while attending their Passover. Another time he sneaked past a friend’s
driveway warning system and scared one of his friend’s brothers. We also heard
stories of his ability to form and maintain friendships and the many ways he
had touched the lives of others. He was particularly sensitive to the
individual needs of his friends even from a very young age.
My Drummer Boy Student is missed deeply and by many. His
parents established a scholarship at our school in his honor.
Oh, yes! And, he actually took drum lessons after that first
year I had him as a student and eventually played as part of our worship team.
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