Monday, June 8, 2020
Mr. Johnson was my 6th grade teacher. I remember the first day that I met him in 1985. He had a cast on his arm (I'm not sure why), he was stocky and had a badass mustache. He looked intimidating to a skinny little runt like me. I was used to getting picked on so I guess I was a bit on edge. That said, he turned out to be the most kind and caring teacher that I had. He was there for me when the other kids would pick on me...and for this he has always been part of my life. I've thought back about him numerous times throughout life and wondered what he was doing. I hoped that he was doing well and enjoying life. He always had a little glimmer in his eye, you could tell that he was smirking on the inside, and every so often that smirk would leak to the outside as well.
Rest peacefully Mr. Johnson. Thank you for all of the help and guidance that you offered me. You were a massive help when I needed it most.
Thinking about all of his family and friends at this time.
Michael W. Sack