Living in a small town may have its many downfalls but one upside has to be that our community has a way of coming together in the rough times to help each other get through. A little over three years ago I was sitting in my second period class when an announcement came on informing the school that a classmate had been killed in a car accident. It was a log tearful day that had many more to follow. Just yesterday a car accident claimed the life of a local teacher, Mitch Aring. He was a teacher, a wrestling coach, but most of all a great man. Being able to turn to anyone and have them understand the hurt and loss that is inside you is something you may not be able to find in bigger cities. The out burst of memories and love that fill facebooks newsfeed and twitters page is overwhelmingly heartwarming. It takes a special kind of community to come together like this time and time again but never forget the loved ones we have lost. We all keep them close in out memories and our hearts.
Although I wasn't extremely close to Mr. Aring I still knew how good of a man he was. I was sitting in his class when I had found out about the student dying three years ago and had looked my way to silently ask if I was okay. He had one hell of a sense of humor also, always making his students and fellow co-workers laugh. Him and his wrestlers had a special bond and you could tell he cared about them all. I'm glad I had the chance to had known Mitch Aring, and I know that we will all keep him in our hearts and our memories <3
No Regrets </3
