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Like the gentlest, 
            the strongest of rocks 
(not a boulder, 
            but a well-worn rock) 
he stood amidst the rapids and the ripples, 
            the swift and ever-changing current 
swirling around him.

Yet for all the years we knew him, 
          Woodstock knew him, 
Surrinder Sherring remained unchanged --
           always gentle, always strong.

The laughter, the tears, 
	the problems, the joys --
	the tugs and pulls of the Accounts Office, 
	the comings and goings --
	were met with the same quiet smile, 
	the same deep dignity.

From his comer --
	tucked away, and yet so vital --
	Sherring-sahib not only observed the
		wonder of Woodstock, 
	but kept that wonder going, as well.

This he was, 
	and much more, 
		for Woodstock.

(The times he reassured me when finances, and 
spirit, were low, I cannot even begin to tell.)

For his friends, for his church, 
	he was brother, uncle, 
		supporter, and guide.

For his family, 
	he was everything.

I met him the evening before he left us.

He sat in his cabin, discussing some minor school 
business with a visiting salesman.

When he saw me at the door, 
	he smiled, asked about work and family, 
	and then we all had a nice laugh 
	over some good, Woodstock joke.

For a brief moment, the Accounts Office 
	filled with love and laughter. 
That was the greatness of Surrinder Sherring.

Tom Alter '68

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