Mr. Sullivan was my 7th grade guidance counselor at El Roble a million years ago. He was so kind and patient and understanding. I felt supported as I began the complicated journey known as junior high. Many years later, I ran into him in the elevator at the Pomona courthouse. Jury duty. I knew, having been raised by teachers, that he wouldn’t actually remember me, so I introduced myself. God bless him he managed to make me feel as if he did, indeed, remember me. What a wonderful quality. I imagine he’s missed terribly. He made a difference in my life.