Wayne Michael Peters
Mr. Peters, 4th from left
|Birth||21st August, 1970|
|Death||4th January, 2015 (Aged: 44 Years)|
|Class Teacher of||4-B|
|Years Served||1998 - 2014|
|Children||Glenn & Merlin Peters|
Mr. Peters joined St. Paul's School in year 1998 alongside Mr. Mahesh Kharga. He played on the Edinburgh Cricket team and would often send the ball over the field boundaries into the wilderness.
He taught in the Primary Wing and was the class teacher of class 4-B. After Mr. T. A. Sullivan transferred to Junior Wing in 2006, he took over as the house master of Tenzing House. Previously, he was a House tutor of Hunt House. (List of Houses)
On 27th December 2014, while in America, Mr. Peters met with a road accident and slipped into a comatose battling for his life. He succumbed to his injuries on the 4th of January, 2015 at 11:25 US Time. He left behind his wife Silvi and 2 children, Glenn & Merlin not forgetting a heartbroken mother, Helen Peters.
A Tribute published in The Paulite Magazine
A TRIBUTE TO MR. WAYNE PETERS
John Wesley once said:
Do all the good you can
In all the ways you can
In all the places you can
At all the times you can
To all the people you can
As long as ever you can.
These words from Wesley sum up what Mr. Wayne Peters stood for. He was an embodiment of generosity, kindness, helpfulness and dedication. He would go out of his way to help people in need; whether it was riding a few kilometers on his scooter to help a person with the computer, or giving a gas cylinder of his to somebody in need, to driving a sick person to the hospital at odd hours of the night. He never refused helping anybody. The August gathering at his memorial was testimony to the fact that in his short stint on this earth, he touched the hearts of many lives and brought a smile on many faces. Wayne was always in touch with the happier side of his life. He loved to have a joke which enlivened the gathering or the occasion and made the people laugh.
He was a terrific organizer: always willing to take on responsibilities and was truly dedicated to his vocation. Even after his working hours, he could be seen helping his pupils in their studies. He would make his lessons interesting in order to motivate his pupils so that he could get the best out of them. His pupils loved him and considered him as their idol. He used his leisure time to organize creative games which kept the students enraptured and eager to contribute towards the excitement; this encouraged the students to overcome their shortcomings and improve their social skills. He helped mould many young men into fine human beings, who, I am sure, are contributing constructively to the betterment of the society. In short: HE WAS A GEM!
As a tribute to this Gem of a person I am reminded of the poet H. W. Longfellow’s “A Psalm of Life” wherein the poet says:
Tell me not in mournful numbers
Life is but an empty dream
For the soul is dead that slumbers
And things are not what they seem
Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal
Dust thou art, to dust return’st
Was not spoken of the soul
In which context I would also like to add John Donne’s “Death, Be Not Proud” wherein the poet begins:
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so
And towards the end of his poem he says:
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more.
Truly, Mr. Peters has awoken eternally, looking at us from his beautiful abode and praying for us, ‘To Walk The Good Walk’. I am yet reminded of the words from Longfellow:
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime
And departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time.
In our own simple ways we do, whether consciously or unconsciously, leave behind our good work which stands the test of time and which would go on to help our fellow beings. Mr. Peters has left behind his footprints from which we could learn the values of ‘LIFE’. May the Lord Almighty grant strength to Mrs. Peters, Glen, Merlyn, Mr. Peters’ mother and all his near and dear ones. -AGNELO DENNIS
| Every Saturday, he would bring a printout of an interesting article for the boys and read it out to them.|
|-Abhinav Kumar (ICSE- 2011)|