Perspective
I was going to write about my Jeep---specifically the fact that the odometer hit the 1,000 mile mark today. However right before I logged in Typepad, I clicked on a message on Facebook. Once I read it, my Jeep seemed insignificant. Interesting how something can hit you and make you realize, yet again, what is really important. Here is the Boston Herald article.
Classmates Raise $$ for Slain Man’s Son
“Our class is determined to raise a significant amount of money,” said marketing executive Eric Friedberg, 40, who graduated from Framingham North High School in 1986 with Timothy Peter Finch.
Finch, a troubled man, beloved by a large Mattapan family, was killed July 4 at noon just steps from Faneuil Hall when someone delivered a strong blow to the back of his head during a brawl.
Passers-by dismissed the melee as homeless men scuffling. As Finch lay dying, blood pouring from the back of his head, the suspect got away.
In happier times, Friedberg described how Finch, in the METCO program, would awaken each morning at 5 a.m. for the long trek from Mattapan to Framingham.
His junior year, Finch was a standout lineman who helped lead the football team to an 8-2 record, said former teammate Gary Murad, 40.
After reading about Finch’s death in the Herald on Monday, classmates decided to set up a foundation in Finch’s memory, with the goal of raising $10,000 for his son, Timothy Jr.
Modell’s Sporting Goods has agreed to chip in as well, Friedberg said.
Those wishing to donate can send checks payable to the Tim Finch Foundation, 130 Craft St., Newton, MA 02460.
I cannot say that Tim Finch was a close friend of mine, but he was a classmate. Nobody deserves to die like this. It also brings back memories of another classmate who was lost before her time: Robin Kaplan who was on American Airlines Flight 11 on 9/11.
Related Story (with more information about Tim): Who Killed Tim Finch?