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From the corridor, I spotted a tall solitary figure strolling in the school courtyard in the evening light.

For one moment, it felt as if I had been transported back in time. The setting looked familiar - though there seemed to be a lot more potted plants and greenery around.

“Brother Charles!” I called out.

He spun around to see who had called.

We walked towards each other and I asked him the question that principals and teachers dread: “Do you remember me?” Then I mentioned my name to spare him the embarrassment of replying in the negative.

“Yes, I know you,” he assured me. “I have seen you a a couple of times over the years.”

Coincidentally, we were standing just outside my old Form Five classroom, next to the Brother Director’s office, in St Xavier’s Institution, Penang.

“Do you remember, ours used to be one of the noisiest classes in the school and our classroom here was right next to your office. Everytime, when things got out of hand (in between teaching periods or free periods), you would walk up the corridor outside the back of our classroom and look in. We didn’t realise you were standing at the back, but gradually, one by one, we would spot you glaring at us, and you could hear the noise volume of the class gradually descend to a hush!”

He looked at me quizzically as the memory came flooding back. He must have done that hundreds - no, thousands - of times over the years.

These days, still looking sprightly despite being an octogenarian, Bro Charles teaches German and spends his time gardening and pottering around the school.

You rarely see that kind of selfless dedication nowadays. You could say he embodies the school motto: Labor Omnia Vincit. Labour conquers all things.

Wikipedia says this phrase appears in Virgil’s Georgics, Book I, in the form Labor omnia uicit improbus (”uphill work overcame all things”). The poem was written in support of Augustus Caesar’s “Back to the land” policy, aimed at encouraging more Romans to become farmers.

How appropriate then that Brother Charles rolled up his sleeves after his retirement and almost single-handedly transformed SXI into something of a garden school. The greenery provides students with a peaceful, tranquil setting that is conducive for their studies, he explained.

And if you can judge a school by the state of its washrooms, then SXI would be right there at the top with its sparkling facilities. That, Bro Charles told me, was due to the effort put in by Bro Paul Ho, the dynamic current director, who renovated the washrooms a couple of times.

Bro Charles also told me about the time when he personally scrubbed toilets during his time in St George’s Institution in Taiping to demonstrate to the cleaners how it should be done. “We were judged the school with the cleanest washrooms in Taiping!” he told me proudly, the intensity in his eyes and voice still obvious.

Despite all the constraints, Bros Charles and Paul have somehow continued to infuse SXI with typical La Sallian values emphasising the dignity of the individual and sensitivity towards the larger society especially concern for the less fortunate. One of the ways they have done this is through the annual charity drive. This year, the school netted RM90,000, which was channelled to a broad range of charitable institutions.

That spirit of giving has been contagious, opening the eyes of many students to a larger world beyond themselves and to the importance of compassion, of making a difference in the lives of others.

It wasn’t always been plain sailing though. One of the biggest challenges came during the switch in the medium of education from English to Malay. Bro Charles ensured that teachers were gradually exposed to the language by getting the higher form teachers to teach a single subject in the lower forms during the transition period.

He led by example too. Without most people realising it, he studied Bahasa on his own and achieved an “O” level credit. “I proved to the teachers that if I could do it, so could they,” he said. But then, Bro Charles always had a flair for languages - he has taught five of them.

Despite his towering, imposing figure, his personal touch has meant a lot to the pupils. He recalled how he once shared a conversation with a young pupil who was waiting for his transport home. Many years later, the pupil returned as an adult and told his former head how much that conversation meant to him, to think that the principal would engage him in conversation.

Somehow I felt I had to thank him for all that he had done over the years for the school, for his zealous commitment to the cause of education for all, for his selfless dedication. I shook his hand and he clasped mine and I said simply, “Thank you, Brother, for all that you have done for us.”

Alma Mater

All through our college a voice is resounding,
Promptly respond to your duty’s sweet call,
Hearken you all for the trumpet is sounding,
Your mater’s proclaiming her watchwords to all

(Chorus)
Forward her children dear,
Ever with hearts sincere,
Render with joy to your mater her due,
All that is vile reject,
Heaven will e’er protect,
Sons of St Xavier’s valiant and true,

Labour will conquer your motto still bearing,
Forward with courage in ways that are just,
True to your standard, be doing and daring,
As faithful Xaverians in Heaven your trust

(Chorus)
Forward her children dear,
Ever with hearts sincere,
Render with joy to your mater her due,
All that is vile reject,
Heaven will e’er protect,
Sons of St Xavier’s valiant and true!