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A quiet gentleman is Gene,
soft-spoken kind and true. A heart of gold encased in him, that glitters through and through. His students are the lucky ones, precious time they spend with him. while Gene imparts the skills they need- to pilot them. Such rare and needed virtues, are hard to find today. But Gene thus overflows with it and gives it all away. Some wonderful kids may catch all, then hoard it for later days. Then use it when its’ is needed most- to pilot them. His greatest joy you might have guessed, was to hear those wonderful words. The skills we learnt while here with you got us these wonderful jobs. But the best of skills, you gave us all were the ones we could not buy. As they fell from you, we grabbed them up, and stored them all inside- to pilot us. Nylsaj Nomis
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