By Paula Lau The young man stood before me with tears slowly streaming down his face. His bedraggled appearance and red-rimmed eyes told an all too familiar story. As his instructor, I had watched him go steadily downhill during the weeks that class had been in session. Missed classes, late homework and poor grades were only part of the story. With each successive week he looked more tired, less well kept and had a glazed-eyed look that I learned was due more to personal problems than my teaching ability. He approached me one day after class to tell me of… Read More
