I want you to consider that a truly twisted soul of a man can appear good to the outside yet wait like a bird of carrion turning high circles in the cold afternoon sky for an opportunity of utter rotteness below. Here in a moment that man -- whoever the h*ll he was -- a teacher or a trapper, can spike the whole lifetime of a young boy and his family with the most poisoned of spikes -- a long-acting poison that cripples its target and takes years and years to kill.
How many years will that boy suffer the poisons, and all about him that the one man in a few seconds shafted him with? The boy's false accusation, that could have been more easily forgotten thing, a odorous burp of a baby of a young man, improperly digesting the stuff of a young man's life. In time the reputation of the teacher and the boy would have come to be founded on more sure ground, the spurious allegation a mere hardly remembered footnote.
That was not to be. With one step -- off into death -- a vile man has ruined not only his own life and those around it, but made permanent and evilly deep the scar in a boy's psyche.
Think about that, please.
With one absolutely evil step the "teacher" mocked every good teaching he ever taught. Undid every lesson.