tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10214458.post976758623944826266..comments2024-03-27T13:10:17.362-07:00Comments on The Luna Park Gazette: My Friend AmyRob Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04741955202727936194noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10214458.post-25145138007547564592008-07-16T06:24:00.000-07:002008-07-16T06:24:00.000-07:00Not yet, Jen. I don't really don't know the family...Not yet, Jen. I don't really don't know the family and there is a bit of a language barrier.Rob Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04741955202727936194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10214458.post-83587240604176181542008-07-15T20:34:00.000-07:002008-07-15T20:34:00.000-07:00What a tragedy. Do you know now what she died of?What a tragedy. Do you know now what she died of?Jennifer G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/17917499217868402935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10214458.post-30191106868952341972008-07-14T17:33:00.000-07:002008-07-14T17:33:00.000-07:00Merci beaucoupMerci beaucoupRob Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04741955202727936194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10214458.post-91943971231199212052008-07-14T17:22:00.000-07:002008-07-14T17:22:00.000-07:00(((Hugs)))(((Hugs)))Calamity Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00089505327332329817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10214458.post-25990835877694237782008-07-14T13:50:00.000-07:002008-07-14T13:50:00.000-07:00Thank you for sharing your story and I will try to...Thank you for sharing your story and I will try to view this terrible experience in the same way that you look at the death of the young Mexican girl.Rob Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04741955202727936194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10214458.post-7721616800874017972008-07-14T12:32:00.000-07:002008-07-14T12:32:00.000-07:00a few years ago, I was visiting a young mexican gi...a few years ago, I was visiting a young mexican girl who lived on 5th Avenue to provide home instruction. i was so taken by her family - the love they shared, the happiness and the dedication to become successful. i was thrilled by how they "ignored" being poor, and how "rich" they were. her dad used the supports under the daughters upper bunk bed as a "filing" cabinet to keep important papers and records. poverty did not make them live poorly. the home was always busy with someone running from the shower and off to work. it was a busy house with everyone teasing each other in the nicest ways. there was so much loving interaction on the run. the girl had a mild illness, but understood that it made her too weak to clean homes or work in a factory like the rest of her family. she told her family she would work in an office some day. they all teased her, saying it was a dream she couldn't fulfill. I gave her an old laptop computer and strayed from my board of education curriculum to teach her to touch type. i arranged for her to work for one day in the office of the 5th Avenue BID so she could see what office work was like. I'll never forget the smile on her face as she walked in all dressed up, with a little square boxn shiny handbag. Less than a month later my supervisor told me not to go to her house, she was in the hospital. I went to Maimonides and she was asleep during my visit. the next day her brother called late at night to tell me, in broken english, that she was dead. I couldn't understand him, I didn't want to understand him.<BR/><BR/>of course i was saddened by her death, but i never think of her with saddness, i only think of her with the happiness she enjoyed.<BR/><BR/>to me, she will always represent the celebration of life.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10214458.post-28345890680661054862008-07-14T10:58:00.000-07:002008-07-14T10:58:00.000-07:00Yes, this shows how fragile life can be and how th...Yes, this shows how fragile life can be and how things can just turn in a second. Every day is a gift.Rob Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04741955202727936194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10214458.post-23893412491398376372008-07-14T09:51:00.000-07:002008-07-14T09:51:00.000-07:00Such a sad story. It's terrible when children are...Such a sad story. It's terrible when children are taken; it's always too early. Thank you for sharing this. It's always important for us to remember to treat our children (ours in the village sense) with respect and love always. It sounds like she really connected with you that day. Perhaps helping you to share this with others so we could all treat each other better.BestViewInBrooklynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00020026181975097401noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10214458.post-59407154109309380352008-07-14T08:32:00.000-07:002008-07-14T08:32:00.000-07:00Thank so much, Paula, for your thoughts and for sh...Thank so much, Paula, for your thoughts and for sharing your own experience.Rob Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04741955202727936194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10214458.post-24806062835805063262008-07-14T08:24:00.000-07:002008-07-14T08:24:00.000-07:00Rob:I'm so sorry to hear about Amy. I know what yo...Rob:<BR/><BR/>I'm so sorry to hear about Amy. I know what you're going through. I saw my Mom the day before she passed away. We were talking about a trip we were going to take together and all the other adventures we seem to get ourselves into. Three o'clock in the morning the next day, I received the bad news. I would have to go on these adventures by myself, but my Mom would be there in spirit. I say all this to emphasis that Amy's death is a reminder to us all that tomorrow is never guaranteed us, that we must live life to the fullest. Remember that Amy was playing and laughing before this terrible accident happened, and that this little angel also took the time to chat with you and you with her. You can honor Amy by living the life you're always wanted to live and continue to remember the joy she brought to you during your conversation.Paulahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05964692431996499721noreply@blogger.com