I have to admit that I don’t know too much about Mr. Goody, but with help from a friend, I can share some personal information about him with you:
“Goody, known to friends as “Chuckie,” worked for the New York State Department of Taxation and Finance.
Harry Goody liked nothing more than polishing his mountain bike and taking long treks through Brooklyn. Rain or shine, Saturdays were always the same for Harry Goody III. He would wake up early, break out a can of wax for his silver and chrome mountain bike, then take his
favorite ride, through the streets of Coney Island all the way to Prospect Park.
And if there was anything the 50-year-old Coney Islander liked as much as riding, it was immersing himself in hour after hour of science-fiction shows on TV, his way of shedding the stress that came with working in the state’s tax and finance office on the 86th floor
of 2 World Trade Center. The addiction was one so intense that Mr.Goody’s three children nicknamed him “Sci-Fi Man” and told jokes about his penchant for buying science fiction-themed gadgets — the pen he loved because he could use it standing upside down just like the
astronauts, or the Superman ring he wore nearly every day.
He is survived by his wife, Brenda and three children, Alexis, Johnathan, and Demetrius.”
Sometimes I can’t help but wonder what all the people who died in the World Trade Center thought when the plane crashed in the building. Some might have died instantly, but what about the people who tried to get out and couldn’t? It makes me sad to know that some of them had to suffer a cruel end to their earthly life. And I hope that most of them were able to make peace with their Maker…
~ Luke 23:42-43
Remember today the victims of this cruel attack. The are all missed by their families and friends, but the will never be forgotten…To read tributes to all 2,996, visit the homepage of Project 2,996.
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