This one’s from Alexa Bucchere, daughter of my lifelong buddy, Stephen. He & I were classmates back in Regina Pacis in Brooklyn and thank God for Facebook for reuniting us.
And altar boys, too, no less!!!
“Ain’t no damned Satan gonna hurt our Baby Jesus while we’re on watch!”
(Shhh 🤫, we know nuthin’ about no missing Communion hosts or wine, ya hear? Besides, they weren’t blessed & the sacristy had no surveillance cameras whatsoever! 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼)
He works for a securities industry regulatory agency & years ago, his office was located in the World Trade Center. He was heading to work that fateful Tuesday morning, September 11, 2001 from his home in Marlboro, NJ.
In Alexa’s own words…
“19 yrs ago, my Dad went to get on a crowded express bus to go to work at the World Trade Center & after seeing there was only 1 seat left, said to the lady near him, ‘I’ll wait for the next one!’
“It was as simple as that,” he has since told me & realizes that that very split second, not even-thinking-twice decision, may not have been totally his to make.
“The universe was at work & I didn’t understand it then. That little miracle like that made the difference between bringing a daughter her Dad home or not…but today I do.
“Today i am acutely aware of these little miracles & know intuitively that I owe gratitude to the universe for them.
“I love you Dad.”
He is such a great guy & all of us are so very happy that he’s still here amongst us.
As always, thank you so much for listening!
P.S. This coming fall…Saturday, October 2nd, 2021 to be exact…I’m planning on seeing & hugging my great friend at our oft-postponed-and-rescheduled 50th Reunion for the Regina Pacis graduating class of 1970 back in good ol’ Brooklyn!
If you’re somehow in the neighborhood that day (Sirico’s Caterers is located @ 8023-13th Ave), you’re more than welcome to stop by around 5:00 PM to join us for the after-party!
And who knows?
Someone may very well be breaking out those hosts (the big priest ones as well as the little guys) & the well-aged white wine (probably Gallo, circa 1968).