Learned on Facebook today that someone I was at school with had committed suicide. He was a couple of years younger than me. We never spoke to each other. I was nearly a foot taller than him and whenever he saw me he would wave to a non existent friend off in the distance. This was how he protected himself from the bigger boys. It only occurred to me today that he would've been having an even worse time at school than I did. I at least learned to blend into the background a bit and not draw attention to myself. At one very memorable school assembly, at the point where a pupil would normally recite some poetry, this boy stood up and announced that he would give us a pop song. He then started shrieking "honey baby, honey baby, come on and be my honey baby" until a very embarrassed class tutor took his arm and escorted him back to his seat. His life at school must've gotten pretty bad after that. I'm sorry that I never spoke to him or did anything to help make his life easier. I hope there was some happiness in his life. R.I.P.
