Mortified that I had carelessly let my toddler intrude on Mr. Paterno's work space I dashed into his office to collect my kid... apologizing profusely. The great Joe Paterno waived off my apology. He pointed little David to a basket of mini-footballs and invited him to take one. My friend, his secretary, introduced me and told him I had worked in the ticket office (like 15 years ago!).
And Joe Paterno, The Joe Paterno, very convincingly... feigned remembrance.
What a guy, huh?
Read on...
My good friend's Joe Paterno story: taken from the facebook page of Ellen Herman Campbell -- Ellen blogs at Nana Knits and Jams
************************In 1993 shortly after we moved back home to State College, Matthew was hit by a car in the high school parking lot. He (and we) spent almost two weeks at Hershey Medical Center as he began his recovery from a near fatal brain injury. When he returned home, this photo was delivered to him at our home. It says, "To Matt, We are thinking about you. Your Friend, Joe Paterno."
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Ellen's husband, Jim, worked at Penn State. Joe Paterno was truly a family man. Penn State was family.
May God bless the family of Joe Paterno and comfort them in their season of grief. Amen.
1 comment:
What a guy. I really enjoyed reading this.
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