It’s the painters, poets, and performers of the world who take their lives. Sylvia Plath. Robin Willams. But not Phil. Phil was at the top of his class in seminary. He was the prototypical strong alpha male leader. He earned a PhD and wore a suit and tie and boots, for God’s sake. He wasn’t weak. He was a responsible respectable adult. He wasn’t the flaky, flighty creative type. The man couldn’t sing on key and didn’t even doodle! “People like Phil just don’t do this,” a pastor friend of his recently told me. Yes they do.