Yesterday afternoon I received a message from my younger sister, telling me that the family's neighbor and best friend, as well as my teacher before, died in a car accident. At the moment I felt like I had a heart attack, so painful. And he is a teacher, such a good person, and still at a young age of his early 40s. It was just unbelievable.
I have known Mr Lin for more than twenty years. I remember the time when I was still a little girl in the secondary school, our headmaster introduced several young teachers to us in the morning exercise section. He was among them. In his early twenties, he was just an elder brother of us, smart, humorous and shy.
Later I went to a high school far away from my hometown, and his small family moved to the new apartment above ours, then we became neighbors. Later my father left us because of sickness, and my mother lived alone at home. Whenever there was something that my mother couldn't handle with, Mr Lin helped us quite a lot.
My hometown suffered the flood of the century this July. Our secondary school was all flooded. Mr. Lin sent a sick student to the hospital. Unluckily, he was killed on the road. And the news arrived hours later after the accident. Suddenly the whole school was in great sorrow.