In 1971 I was hired as an eighth grade math teacher on the Eastern Shore of Virginia. I had no place to live, and by the way had never taken an education course, but the shore needed teachers, preferably young males. I was replacing an HK Lee, who was moving to another school and another role. So I contacted HK, and he offered me a bed until I could find full time accommodations. I was moving to the shore with several fraternity brothers from Va Tech, so when we did find a home to rent, we adopted HK into our group.
Now so many years later, the experience of knowing him at that formative time in my life is fresh in my memory. He was just a delight to be around. Some may have found a Chinese heritage to be difficult, especially in the relatively closed society of the Eastern Shore, but it was nothing to HK. He always had a smile and he never had a complaint. He was just a life-giving person who was your best friend instantly.
We'll all miss him, but we are all the better for having known him. Rest in peace, my good friend.
Tuesday January 23, 2018 at 10:59 am