Yep! And I knew this guy for 4 years, went to school with him and to school sports stuff, and never would've guessed. He was our quarterback, dated a cheerleader, smart, kind of a class clown, seemed like someone who had it all figured out. I went to Catholic high school, and at the end of our senior year, the school had a 3 day weekend retreat. The last night, everyone got up and talked to the rest of us and the teachers that came with the class as chaperones. 85 kids in my graduating class, and I learned things about them that were amazing and tragic. I was one of the last to speak before the group, and I think I just told everyone that I appreciated what they had done for me during our time in school, and I appreciated their friendship. I was younger than the rest of them; I turned 17 a month after graduation.
That was in 1984, and some of the things that the "kids" talked about gave me chills. One of my other friends' family had been involved in a locally famous murder case; turned out the killer had worked for the family at one time and had a grievance that he felt never got resolved. Helluva way to do it....
And this school was in the nicer part of Houston! Some of the prominent Houston families sent their kids there. I went there because it was way better than public school and I had family that would pay for it. At the time, the suburb we lived in didn't have their own public school; a few years later they did, and that's where my younger brother went. His class has its own share of tragedies; war dead, murder victims, kids that were in bad car wrecks.
You just never know what people have been through.....