The other side
Let us turn to an Edinburgh school in 1981. It is cold and grey outside. The classroom is old fashioned and a balding, tweed-suited man in his late 50s is trying to control a class. All is fine until he turns to the blackboard. As soon as his back is turned a chorus of "ongs" breaks out - a reference to his speech impediment. There are projectiles. Yet, as soon as he turns to face his tormentors peace breaks out. There's no respite at home, piles of dog shit with bangers lodged in them come through his letter box, among other things.

Mr Gilray, you were the first teacher who actually believed I was more than a messy fuck-up, who saw that there was a brain beyond the scruffiness, awkwardness and dysgraphia. Thank you. And fuck those vicious wee bastards who made your life hell. τὸν κρατοῦντα μαλθακῶς θεὸς πρόσωθεν εὐμενῶς προσδέρκεται.

Apologies for off-topic
( calgacus Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae, Fri 9 Sep 2011, 11:42, 2 replies)

"son of god haves malthakos prosothen sympathetic prosderketai"
I think he speaks for us all
(CADmonkey rollllllllled another one, just like the other one, Fri 9 Sep 2011, 17:45, closed)

Google Translator dontchaluvvit?
I prefer the (admittedly pretty loose) rendering in The Browning Version: "God from afar looks graciously upon a gentle master".
( calgacus Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Cynarae, Mon 12 Sep 2011, 19:14, closed)