a blog by Jay Pal,
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When I was in high school, I had a teacher whom I simply adored. I had heard through the typical town gossip that his daughter had been raped and murdered years earlier, but obviously this was something that was never discussed. One day, though, without him going into the details of the actual incident, he told me about his daughter's wake and how a well-intentioned family member said to him, “I can imagine how you must feel.” He told me that nothing made him angrier, as there was no way in hell they could ever know how he feels. The intensity in which my teacher relayed this story — and the lesson — has always stayed with me. Come to think of it, it’s almost haunted me. I’ve thought of it more often than you know.