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Ric was not one of those people who helped others because he had a motive and a belief that it would help him, even though it always did. Ric helped other people because it hurt him to see anybody suffering. He saw himself in anybody suffering although he did a pretty good job hiding that. He was a restless soul. The years that I knew him most of the time he was always in a hurry. It always seemed to me like he was chasing something or being chased by something. Towards the end of his life, I noticed a big change in him. He was beginning to slow down because all the chasing over. What he had been running around about all these years he was finding as it was finding him. He was becoming more stable and balance because he was find peace of mind and love, which did not stop him from reaching out to help others. The most inspiring remembrance I have Ric is when he would tell me about his wife. More times than I can count, he would tell me, "When I hear her voice, my heart just melts." As big as his heart was, it must've been something like all of Antarctica melting. He loved a lot of people, and he loved his family, too. It meant something to him. He was really working on being a better man for them…for them. He had enough empathy to fill the parking lot of a football stadium and enough love to light a city of the damned on a dark night. I am not going to tell you or try at all to paint a picture of him being was a saint. He wasn't and I don't think he would ever have been considered one, let alone be one. To me... »»

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	March 2003