![]() The choice between belief and abandonment. We are, many of us to this day, still making that choice. On September 11th each of us to a greater or lesser extent entered Ed Fanuzzi’s world. We choose whether to believe in God or abandon our belief in God. She used to believe, but after everything she cannot any longer.” That is what hardship does. “What about your wife?” “She is an atheist. I ask Ed, “How do you keep going?” He says the little amount of faith he has keeps him going. He provides care for all of these people. His son had an accident several years ago–I think a diving accident–it left him a quadriplegic. ![]() His mother is no help because she is a resident in a mental facility, so Ed takes care of him the best he can. That grandson becomes less and less responsive and more and more difficult to control every year. The pebbles and dirt he put into his mouth were slowly poisoning him. Usually that is not too bad, but after a while his condition got worse and they discovered an extremely high level of lead in his blood. One of the idiosyncracies that came out of that damage was an uncontrollable habit to put things in his mouth–including dirt and pebbles. Immediately, they began to work to get the fever down, but it was too late. Finally, he got up and checked on his grandson. He couldn’t sleep that night because of strange dreams he was having. He didn’t think anything of it–not unusual after shots–so he went to bed. ![]() They got home and he was running a bit of a fever. When he was a baby, they took him for his shots. He also tells me about his grandson whom he takes care of. It was a lot of effort, but it is what you might expect from a loving son. She wanted to be independent, so he let her live in her own home until she died. We used to talk about his mother, who was well into her 90s when she died about two years ago. Let me tell you what he tells me virtually every time I see him. I listen because there is not anything else I can do. When I do, he usually gives me an earful. He doesn’t attend my church, but I see him fairly regularly at different events. There is a gentleman who lives in my town by the name of Ed. Anyway, Travis still has a small town feel to it. Consequently, Travis is still relatively isolated, though we have to fight the developers to keep it that way. On the South by the Fresh Kills Landfill–it may ring a bell because that is where the debris from the WTC attack is being sifted for evidence and human remains. On North by Wetlands and thinly spread out industry. Travis is bordered on the West by the Arthur Kill–which constitutes the border between SI and NJ. People ask me what is Travis like, I say it is the Mayberry of New York City. I live in Staten Island–which is a Borough of New York City, but I live in a unique part of NYC, probably unlike any other part of the world.
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