Charles was one of the most genuine, kindhearted, generous persons. His smile and laugh were infectious. Students gravitated to his immense patience and caring heart. Even with a full house of his own children at home, I would often see him stick around tutoring, mentoring, and witnessing to students. He was so loved.
Over the last hour, I keep looking at the words on the screen that delivered the news to me. I keep waiting for the words to disappear. For the news to come that it actually isn't him at all. It's someone else.
He transferred to a different building last year, but prior to that, we were 300 Hallway buddies. As a fellow Christian, I often leaned on Charles as a prayer warrior. He always made time to listen and offer support in one way or another. We often talked about the challenges of this profession, and we both agreed it was our way of doing ministry.
Charles was a man of faith, so I wholeheartedly believe that he is doing just fine. While I'm thankful his family has their faith to lean on, it doesn't take the pain away. Alongside my grief, I am angry. I am angry that this beautiful soul left us. I am angry that the person responsible for this accident cowardly left the scene. Selfishly, I am angry and heartbroken that our district has lost another great teacher...
Will you please join me in prayer for his family (he has 9 children still living at home), his students (those he just met last week as well as former), and current/former coworkers?
I am sorry for those of you who did not have the opportunity to know this man. He was one of a kind. RIP Charles.
By Valerie Naas Hatcher