When I was in graduate school, I became good friends with one of my professors. Andy was wonderful. He was creative, kind, and saw the world in fresh ways. He called us doctoral students—“my doctor babies”. He was always taking us out to dinner because he knew we didn’t have much money. After I graduated, and moved away, we stayed in touch. A few years later, his alcohol abuse grew into full blown alcoholism. He lost his faculty position, his wife, and his status. A few months later, he killed himself.
I felt terrible. Even though I lived 3000 miles away, I felt that somehow his “... Read More