...and as Mr. Fu walked away, I knew I would never see him again. He was an inspiration to me, and a tutor. A man who I loved, as a friend... as a colleague... as a second father. And I would never see him again. As I fought back tears, reaching for a handkerchief, I remembered that day at the laboratory, when he gave me my first microscope, for my parents had been too poor to… Continue
Added by Joel Schroeder,the Nose Hair Cow on September 16, 2010 at 4:40pm —
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