I was on the train today going to work when I saw the New York Post from yesterday across from me on the seat. I knew it was old, because today was Sunday and it didn't look thick enough. Even still, I picked it up because even yesterday's news is relevant. Thats when I saw a small article confirming 9/11 victims. I saw his name and my eyes just filled with tears. I knew it was him because I always liked his name, it just sounded important, Nestor A. Cintron III. By the way, we went to King HS together Class of '92. He was very quiet, but very intelligent. The kind of person you knew would go far in life. I thought that I hadn't been personally affected by 9/11, not having known anyone there. But now several months later I see I am. I mourn the loss of an old classmate, who was unlike me, was very quiet but when he spoke, we listened. When I got home I wanted to see him, so I got my yearbook and found his picture and note among the many notes that seniors do in each others books. It read:
"To Robert, Don't change, You are a "wonder" to be around. You added some much needed zest when the classes got boring. I wish you many years of prosperity." Yours Truly,
Nestor A. Cintron III
Well, Nestor I haven't changed, people still wonder, and I'm still giving zest!!!. Rest in Peace, For I know God only takes the best!