When I first saw his lean 77-year old frame, Berry and his wife Tanya were walking on campus: Berry moved with steady intention, a cadence most likely refined over years as a fifth-generation farmer. While I still bought my curtains (and a 20-ounce Diet Coke), the sight of this couple slowed my internal clock, unfettering me from time for a short spell.
For the next two days, our campus felt giddy. We paused from the often divisive debates about campus policies and procedures because we were in the presence of something bigger: an authentic hero who had influenced the ethos of our school.
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