He was a collector.
He collected kids who were not overly interested in conventional subjects like English, math, and science. He took them into his shop class and taught them to weld, fix engines, and build barbecue grills.
He ran a tight ship. Students were expected to work, not play. He was a stickler for safety rules. No one was getting hurt on his watch.
He took kids no one else could handle and gave them skills to serve them well in life. He passed on his strict German work ethic to those he taught. Was he perfect? Did he make mistakes? None of us can lay claim to perfection, but he made a difference to so many.
In his fifties, he developed pancreatic cancer and passed away. At the vigil and the following day at the funeral service, present and former students filled the pews, along with many of his peers who loved and respected him.
The most touching moment at the funeral service was when several young men stopped and placed soapstones in his casket so even in death he could mark his way.
We never know what influences we have or how far they will reach. If we are lucky, the lessons we teach will long outlive us.
He was indeed a collector. He was also my friend.
Show yourself in all respects to be a model of good works, and in your teaching show integrity, dignity…
Titus 2:7 ESV