As I have for several years previously, I honor Scott Hazelcorn, a young employee at Cantor Fitzgerald who perished in the attacks of September 11.
I quoted a New York Times article on the 7th anniversary.
“At a memorial service for Scott Hazelcorn, his father learned that there were at least a dozen people who considered his son their best friend. This was not the result of duplicity, Charles Hazelcorn said, but rather a function of Scott’s open heart and sunny nature. Each eulogist put it differently: your problem was his problem; he made each person feel he was the only one in the room; he taught people to hug each other; he was the one who made work fun.”
“My wife and I almost feel selfish because we’re getting so much out of it,” Mr. Hazelcorn said. “It’s our only therapy.”
Yet the relief, as always, was fleeting. At the end of the week, the couple turned to each other and said, “He’s still not here.”
Each year about this time I go back to read tributes left to Scott, especially the ones left on his birthday. I always tear up. I have a son who just turned 30 and wonder.
I don’t know exactly what happened to folks in that tower that day, but I pray that what happened to some didn’t happen to Scott.
My continued prayers for those family and friends of Scott.