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Betsy Munoz
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Dreaming of writing a book, but for now... short stories it is
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A Life Saver
A Life Saver “Thank you all for coming to celebrate Timothy Sr.’s life. I would like to express my deepest condolences to Mrs. Walker, Timothy Jr. and all of Timothy’s family and friends who share our grief. My name is Samuel Trainor. Many of you know me as Sam. Timothy, known as Big Tim to everyone, and I have been best friends for 22 years and we have been partners at LIJ Medical Center for almost 15 years. When Mrs. Walker asked me to give the Eulogy, I was honored and grateful that I had the chance to share 22 years of Big Tim’s life with him. Big Tim and I met in High School, and at first, we didn’t get along because our personalities were so different. He was just Tim back then and he was such a nice guy; always so helpful with the teachers, with our classmates, and even to the strangers on our bus ride to school. Me on the other hand; total opposite. He would always argue with me and tell me that I had no home training and that if his mom was my mom, she’d get me straight. After years of hearing that, I guess Tim sort of straightened me out himself because I made it through High School and I like to think that he also taught me how to be a nice guy. When we graduated, Tim enlisted in the Army where he served in Operation Dessert Storm for 3 years. We wrote to each other as often as we could and he never let an opportunity to tell me that he was grateful for my letters, pass him by. When I became an EMT, Big Tim always said to hold a spot for him because when he was done saving the country, he would come back and save our community. That’s the kind of guy that he was. Always doing selfless things without a second thought. He always wanted to make everything better. Even as a teenager in High School, he’d talk about how he was going to get his mother out of the projects and into her own home. I remember the day that he came back from the Army like if it was yesterday. Mrs. Walker, his Auntie Jackie, his girlfriend Bernice and myself all drove up to the base with such excitement. We were so happy to have him back in one piece and all we could talk about was everything we imagined he would want to do first. One of us thought he’d want to relax for at least a week. Mrs. Walker said, “I know my Timmy baby; he’s going to want to go straight home and eat some of momma’s food”. As we waited on Tim, we were so engaged in conversation that he snuck right up on us, grabbed his mom so tight and started swinging her around. Mrs. Walker was right; first thing out of Tim’s mouth was that he wanted some of her famous oxtails. If you knew Tim, you know how he got down with them oxtails. Less than a week had gone by since Tim had been home and he had already gotten a position as an EMT at LIJ with me. He couldn’t wait to start doing something meaningful in his community and saving lives was the way he wanted to do that. We worked the night shift, so there was a lot of down time and that’s when Tim and I would talk. Then him and Bernice and Little Tim and he was in love with that boy. All he wanted to do was make Lil Tim and his mom proud. Everything was about them. When Little Tim came along, he wanted to be an even better person. He wanted to be the best at everything and he wanted to keep learning all kinds of things. He was so smart. He spent all of his down time, reading and writing. He read 100’s of books on the ambulance and whenever we were dispatched to a case that he wanted to tell his Little Tim about, he would write about it afterwards in his little black moleskine book. He loved the job so much. Working without him is going to be the most difficult thing for me. He loved to save people. At the job, we called him Super Tim. Many of you know the tough guy Tim; the war veteran who was always serious but when Tim was in his element; administering CPR on a lifeless body that started to breath again, Tim would be so emotional. He never cried but he’d talk about it for the rest of the night and if we went back to the same hospital where we took that patient, he would sneak up to visit them and see how they were doing. That kind of a call would definitely make it in the black moleskine book. Big Tim was a real-life hero; in High School, at war, and on the job and I am going to miss him terribly. Thank you for letting me share about the life of my best friend. I love you Big Tim.”
By Betsy Munoz3 years ago in Families