I didn't personally know Timothy. I was never in a group with him, never spoke with him. But I do remember him. We had the same first chemistry lecture of the series. He sat front row center, and that's how I came to know who he was. I feel like Timothy was one of those people who once you've been in the presence of, whether you came to speak to him or not, you just never forget. In class he was that person who had a loud voice and whose laughter was notable, and I say that smiling. I always thought he seemed like a kind person, and there was no doubt he was very intelligent. I remember the professor asking the class one day "Who in here is a freshman?" and he was one of the few who raised their hand. I remember being shocked at that because he seemed so knowledgeable, and so I thought maybe he was jokingly lying, but from reading what everyone else has written about him, I'm sure he wasn't- he was really just that smart. After that quarter, I probably saw him around the department enough times to count on just two hands. However, every one of those times I saw him, I always felt kind of happy to see him because he seemed like a joy to be around and I always imagined him as being a good friend to people, and now I know he really was. Ever since I read the e-mail from the department letting us know of his passing, I debated with myself whether I should contribute to the "Lifestories" or not because I didn't know him personally, but as it was pointed out to me, maybe I should- after all, if I've still been thinking about it almost two months after his passing, why not. Reading the stories everyone else has written made me come to what I think is a very important thought: Timothy touched SO MANY deeply and impacted so many lives in such a way that he's undeniably going to be remembered for the rest of these persons' lives and probably shaped some lives too, and that's the kind of thing that makes me wonder what the people I know/have known would feel/think about if I were to pass away too. Would they feel the same way for me as they did Timothy? Would my friends think of me as someone who cared for them deeply and gave them words of comfort when they needed it? Did I impact them and touch them like Timothy did the people he knew? It may sound a little strange, but even though I never really knew him, he still managed to impact me by making me want to be the best person and friend I can possibly be, and for that I am thankful and hope his family feels some comfort knowing just how powerful his personality was.