One of my kids that I taught 8 years ago killed himself today. He was such a sweet soul. He was a special needs student, but he always had a huge smile on his face. He wore jeans and boots every single day and gave the best hugs. His family was...strange. When I taught him his sister almost drowned while they were fishing. She just decided to jump out of the boat to try swimming to shore. He was usually dirty and I think he only showered once or twice a week. That smile, though. I remember it, and the hugs. One of my other kids said he had been bullied really badly in high school. It just breaks my heart.