RTZNL RTZNLIn my early years as a teacher, my neighbor, Yoyoy, was enrolled in my class.
Since I was only a little older than him, we were a bit casual with each other.
Yoyoy was an outgoing person and since I could be a good alibi – his parents would let him attend college balls and other overnight activities whenever he goes with me – he grew fond of my company.
One Sunday afternoon, while I was engrossed reading a novel, Yoyoy dropped by and started a one-way conversation with me. He talked about an "awesome girl" he just met and some other things teenage boys were crazy about.
At last he said goodbye and I gave a sigh of relief for a response.
That was the last thing he heard from me. He was struck by a lightning four days later.
Had I known it before hand, I could have talked with him for hours.
