One of my professors died.
He effected my life in such a profound way.
I know I often push a lot of you to work more or work harder or write more because that's what he did for me and it helped shape me into the person you know today.
I would not exist without him. I shudder to think of what I'd be, or what my work might be without his advice and guidance.
Thank you, Professor Fried.
I'm having a harder time with this than I thought. I'm having a good deal of difficulty thinking beyond the scope of nothing. This requires some decent thought. Thought on what? I don't even know.
