Life is just one damned thing after another. I observed in my most recent edition of the Malibu Times that your renowned reporter Dany Margolies’ name could not be sighted. Why? It wasn’t in the death notifications. I didn’t have a chance to say ciao.
I keep in mind a few years ago, at the Seattle Special Olympics, nine contestants, all physically or mentally disabled, assembled at the starting line for the 100-yard dash. At the gun, they all started out, not exactly in a dash, but with a relish to run the race to the finish and win. All, that is, except one little boy who stumbled on the asphalt, tumbled over a couple of times, and began to cry. The other eight heard the boy cry. They slowed down and looked back. Then they all turned around and went back. All of them. One girl with Down syndrome bent down and kissed him and said: “This will make it better.” Then, all nine linked arms and walked together to the finish line. Dany was one of those people who made life just a little bit better. She helped Malibuites surface.
Deep down, Dany knew what matters is more than winning for ourselves. What matters in this life is helping others win, even if it means slowing down and changing your course. So, to ex-Malibu Times reporter Dany Margolies, wherever your course in life takes you, will be missed.
And that is all I have to say (sure).
Tom Fakehany