Temple University School of Podiatric Medicine - Achilles Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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7 “Blasting away'

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SPRING DANCE

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DEDICATION by Jay Schnitzer Each individual walking the tightrope of life must achieve a balance in living. Our yearbook is dedicated to an individual who despite a short and bittersweet life had a balance in all his endeavors. Those who knew and worked with him realized this, and sadly appreciate this now. The fiber of the man was obvious when after being struck by such an ominous circumstance, he then decided to take the long, hard path towards the plateau of a professional individual worthy of the word “Doctor”. Jay was one individual in the class who truly had no enemies, nor bad words for anyone. Never would he sadden a conversation, ask for the easy way or scamper out of the way of a challenge this was the courage of the man. We all must relate to his strength and courage and instill it into our own personal being. I knew Jay perhaps closer than most people in the class, and feel that a simple poem would describe Jay’s life better than a eulogy. The poem’s author is unknown yet the words arc truly beautiful. Jay Rapoport TO AN ATHLETE DYING YOUNG The time you won your town the race. We chaired you through the market place; Man and boy stood cheering by. And home we brought you, shoulder high. To-day the road all runners come. Shoulder high we bring you home; And set you at your threshold down. Townsman of a stiller town. Smart lad. to slip betimes away. From fields where glory docs not stay; And early through the laurel grows. It withers quicker than the rose. Eyes the shady night has shut. Cannot sec record cut; And silence sounds no worse than cheers. After earth has stopped the ears. Now you will not smell the rout. Of lads who wore their honor out; Runners whom renown outran. And the name died before the man. So set. before its echoes fade. The fleet foot on the sill of shade: And hold to the low lintel up. The still-defended challenge cup. And now that early laurelled head. Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead; And find unwithcrcd on its curls. The Garland breifer than a girl’s. — Anonymous —