In fact, were I to be honest, I would have to say that Tom has left me in good hands.
He has left me in the hands of God. My Lord, My Savior, My All. No matter how I may feel otherwise, I am never truly alone. God is there for me. Often, I turn away because of the pain, hurt, and anger.
He has left me in the hands of family. My family, His family, Our family. They care about me and take me for who I am. Although they don't know for themselves the pain I suffer - they are there - with open arms.
He has left me in the hands of friends. Good friends. People who pray, who listen, who care. Friends that ask nothing in return. Good friends.
He has left me in the hands of fellow teachers. People of compassion and mercy. They accept me for who I am and make each day better for their having been there. The teachers at my school are finestkind. They reach out with their words, their eyes, and their hearts.
Yes, Tom has left me in good hands. Were it not for all of these good hands, I would not be alive today. Thank you all. Thank you Tom.