Charles Bryce was my room monitor in Manor Del Mar in my sophomore year at Ambassador College (1964-65). He had a closed door room at the head of the first floor (north side). The other five of us were in a long, narrow room, with the first beds and desks outside his door occupied by Bill Cowan, a junior that year, and me. Allen Keding, a freshman, was also there, and two others I can't recall.
What I remember most is how cheerful and enthusiastic he was each morning when he emerged from his closed door room, as he had no need for a private prayer booth or study desk, with a private room. Charles had the freshest face and brightest spirit I could imagine, each and every day, a great role model and example for me in that trying year, which included my sister's death (March 1965), a depression following that, then a blood poisoning that almost took my own life. By May, near the school year's end, I was on the sermonette list as a teenager, in a yin-yang year that nobody but my guardian angel understood.
I was very blessed that year to have Charles Bryce and Bill Cowan as my earthly angels, and Eddie Eckert bringing me meals during my 10-day health crisis. Over the last 78 years, this cat has had nine lives of risk-taking, and I must have spent a couple of those nine lives that year. When I became a room monitor and dorm monitor in my senior year, I modeled my life and behavior after Charles Bryce, by trying to inspire my charges rather than trying to "monitor" them.
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Gary Alexander (1963)
Charles Bryce was my room monitor in Manor Del Mar in my sophomore year at Ambassador College (1964-65). He had a closed door room at the head of the first floor (north side). The other five of us were in a long, narrow room, with the first beds and desks outside his door occupied by Bill Cowan, a junior that year, and me. Allen Keding, a freshman, was also there, and two others I can't recall.
What I remember most is how cheerful and enthusiastic he was each morning when he emerged from his closed door room, as he had no need for a private prayer booth or study desk, with a private room. Charles had the freshest face and brightest spirit I could imagine, each and every day, a great role model and example for me in that trying year, which included my sister's death (March 1965), a depression following that, then a blood poisoning that almost took my own life. By May, near the school year's end, I was on the sermonette list as a teenager, in a yin-yang year that nobody but my guardian angel understood.
I was very blessed that year to have Charles Bryce and Bill Cowan as my earthly angels, and Eddie Eckert bringing me meals during my 10-day health crisis. Over the last 78 years, this cat has had nine lives of risk-taking, and I must have spent a couple of those nine lives that year. When I became a room monitor and dorm monitor in my senior year, I modeled my life and behavior after Charles Bryce, by trying to inspire my charges rather than trying to "monitor" them.