..NOTHING WITTY TO SAY TODAY..
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Some of you Dickinsonians may have known Neil, he was class of '02. He lived in Morgan B-3 freshman year (Kup's floor.) Taylor, Kup and I all knew him pretty well (obviously, Taylor knew him the most). Taylor and I had Latin with him Freshman year, and he often let us copy his homework, because he was the one who was actually good at it.
Often, when something like this happens to someone, people come out of the woodwork and talk about how incredible he was, and how sweet and whatever. I'm not going to pretend that I knew Neil really, really well, because I only had a few classes with him, and barely hung out with him after Freshman year. However, I can honestly say that he was one of the all-around nicest, most responsible, just GREAT guys I've ever had the priviledge to know.
I talked yesterday about how I love my school, and it was guys like Neil that made it so. There's a collection of people I knew there that I don't keep in touch with, but sometimes miss the most. These are just acquaintences, not my fraternity brothers or baseball teammates, who in their own way were just as important. They were people that filled out all the gaps, and always had something nice to say when you saw them. They were the people that were always fun to be around, and always made you feel good. They were the people that helped make Dickinson a living, breathing place. They're the people that you miss without even realizing it.
Neil was one of those guys. Kup reminded me last night about how, Freshman year, he went to the gun show with him and Scottie, and I remembered him setting up the targets for the blowgun. I remembered him playing "Survival of the Fittest" with the goldfish, and I remembered him always going out of his way to invite me to a ROTC party. He gave me a ride back to school after Thanksgiving Freshman year, and we had a lot of fun on the trip. I'm starting to ramble, and I'm sorry, but it's really weird to become one of those "people who knows someone who died in a war," which, three years ago, I never thought I'd be. And it's hard knowing that such a fantastic kid was taken from his family, and he did it for me and for you.
So in your prayers or private thoughts or whatever today, please take a second and throw one out to Neil and his family (he left a wife behind), he deserves it.
Because as Kup said, "that kid was all heart."
http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/04230/362920.stm
Everyone please take a minute to check out this link.
Some of you Dickinsonians may have known Neil, he was class of '02. He lived in Morgan B-3 freshman year (Kup's floor.) Taylor, Kup and I all knew him pretty well (obviously, Taylor knew him the most). Taylor and I had Latin with him Freshman year, and he often let us copy his homework, because he was the one who was actually good at it.
Often, when something like this happens to someone, people come out of the woodwork and talk about how incredible he was, and how sweet and whatever. I'm not going to pretend that I knew Neil really, really well, because I only had a few classes with him, and barely hung out with him after Freshman year. However, I can honestly say that he was one of the all-around nicest, most responsible, just GREAT guys I've ever had the priviledge to know.
I talked yesterday about how I love my school, and it was guys like Neil that made it so. There's a collection of people I knew there that I don't keep in touch with, but sometimes miss the most. These are just acquaintences, not my fraternity brothers or baseball teammates, who in their own way were just as important. They were people that filled out all the gaps, and always had something nice to say when you saw them. They were the people that were always fun to be around, and always made you feel good. They were the people that helped make Dickinson a living, breathing place. They're the people that you miss without even realizing it.
Neil was one of those guys. Kup reminded me last night about how, Freshman year, he went to the gun show with him and Scottie, and I remembered him setting up the targets for the blowgun. I remembered him playing "Survival of the Fittest" with the goldfish, and I remembered him always going out of his way to invite me to a ROTC party. He gave me a ride back to school after Thanksgiving Freshman year, and we had a lot of fun on the trip. I'm starting to ramble, and I'm sorry, but it's really weird to become one of those "people who knows someone who died in a war," which, three years ago, I never thought I'd be. And it's hard knowing that such a fantastic kid was taken from his family, and he did it for me and for you.
So in your prayers or private thoughts or whatever today, please take a second and throw one out to Neil and his family (he left a wife behind), he deserves it.
Because as Kup said, "that kid was all heart."
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