Mike Warner - Class of 1977
This is so tragic and so sad. It was the one of the first thoughts I
had upon waking. I came back to this letter and investigated more to
get a a more full picture and idea of who this letter and story was
about. This is what I have found. There are short stories to be found
in the local Boise paper.
So the beginning of this long day is a day for me to reflect. We lost
another young classmate. A Fellow. I remember the soft spoken Terry
from our 'family' on the hill. Terry's story is a wake-up for me that
the homeless people we encounter are us. They are truly us. They are
our friends... our ex's, our parents, our brothers and sisters...our loved ones. Sometimes we loose track of them but we do still care.
sure how I can reach out other than to write to the reunion folks and
There's a familiar face and
story today for those we know as homeless. That is now Terry's face.
We are truly all in the same lifeboat. And sometimes our shipmates -
like the man named Terry sitting alone in the bow - signals to us to
stay safe, keep our family safe, hold on, for there are many many
deep troughs amongst the swells and waves. Terry's ocean is one we
all know to some extent. We now know it more. Terry was vulnerable to
does that touch you? It touches me in a way I didn't expect at
first. I see it not as clothing for an accidental inmate. No, far from it. Orange brightens Terry and looks natural on him- it belongs
on him for another reason-it places him in our special fold. Half
Moon Bay High School. One of our special class colors. A color we saw
all around us as we sit in the bleachers together. It identifies us.
Our lifeboat is so much less full. Our newest missing passenger.
God Bless You Terry
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