tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829734.post8542709006751498675..comments2024-03-28T00:18:42.009-04:00Comments on The Wicked Stage: John S. Becker, S.J., 1925-2008Rob Weinert-Kendthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015688507553252146noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829734.post-28817209553200923332008-03-24T22:37:00.000-04:002008-03-24T22:37:00.000-04:00Fr. Becker was my best saviour at S.I. I graduate...Fr. Becker was my best saviour at S.I. I graduated in 1970. He was my senior English teacher and counselor. I did not get along with many of the other guys in my class. So, he asked me if I would like to go on the retreat with the junior class. I went and had a wonderful time. He gave me a place to study some evenings and listened to me. He was truly my mentor. I adopted some of his facial expressions, laughter, and dramatic mannerisms in my teaching -- which is community college ESL. I also never miss a pun, which drives my wife crazy. I remember him riding his bicycle without holding on to the handle bars. What a wonderful person, teacher, and counselor, mentor, among many other things. <BR/>Les Rivera '70Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8829734.post-62233372565571877122008-02-15T13:24:00.000-05:002008-02-15T13:24:00.000-05:00John Becker, S.J., or as he signed his letters, Ja...John Becker, S.J., or as he signed his letters, Jay Argh Bee, Ess Jay, was a giant in the lives of many boys who had him in high school. The world is diminished by his passing.<BR/><BR/>In closing, I am reminded of the line from "Goodbye, Mr. Chips":<BR/><BR/>I thought I heard you saying it was a pity... pity I never had any children. But you're wrong. I have. Thousands of them. Thousands of them... and all boys. <BR/><BR/>Rest well, dear priest.<BR/><BR/>Michael T. Terry, S.I., Class of 1977Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com