Smitty was a part of a group of guys and gals who always did things together and went to house parties together, all thru high school. He, along with the other guys in the group, always watched out for us girls making sure we were safe. When I think of Smitty, my most vivid memory is of him is dancing........jitterbugging...... a cigarette dangling from his lips........eyes half closed, totally zoned out!
I lost track of Smitty after high school, until years later I had to rush my 18 month old son to Buffalo's Childrens Hospital because he had fallen off a chair, banging his head. He was vomiting and his eyes were rolling as we sat in the emergency room. All I could think of was not letting him sleep, although it was his nap time. We waited to be called, but there were many far worse ahead of us. After 2 hours, I got up to see if I could get someone to see him. Suddenly, Smitty was there, walking down the hall. I didn't even know he worked at the hospital, let alone lived in Buffalo. He assured me it wouldn't hurt to let my son sleep until we saw a Dr. He was very comforting. That was the last time I saw him. I will always remember him fondly.
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