Good Will Towards Man....and Mans Best Friend
We feel guilty and try to make up for all the wrongs (real or imagined,) and end up spending money on things that lose their magic the day after Christmas.
As a Sales Rep, I’m lucky enough to toss in the whole end of year/quarter catch up thingy to my mix, which has become so consuming that I’ve neglected my blog as of late.
To put it simply, it's totally easy to forget about our fellow man, or mans best friend for that matter, in this season of giving.
Yesterday I heard about Richard Stockton College Professor William Rouche, a fellow Type 1 diabetic who had his leg amputated last year due to complications. A few years earlier, he’d adopted a yellow adult Lab named Trapper from an animal shelter, and they become best friends.
Trapper moved across the country with Rouche when he was offered his position at Stockton, which also happens to be my Alma mater, but that’s not really important.
Trapper was there for Will last year, when he had his leg amputated, and together they got through it. This past summer, Rouche and Trapper were sitting on their couch when an out of control car crashed into their home, right where they were sitting. Both escaped unharmed.
Last week, Rouche was walking Trapper around 6:30 am, when a light colored car hit both Rouche and Trapper, knocking Rouche down and damaging his prosthetic leg, and dragging Trapper down the street by his leash. Rouche immediately called 911, the police followed the blood trail & found Trapper alive, but severely injured.
He was taken to the Margate, NJ Animal Hospital (which is in my hometown) with extreme skin lacerations down to the bone on his hind leg and belly; facial scrapes and cuts, and a broken toe that would need to be amputated. Trapper has several more expensive surgeries in his future that that require months of rehab.
The car never stopped, never slowed down, and never gave a thought to Trapper or Will Rouche's well-being.
When I heard (and then read) about the story, it made me sad. But more than that, it made me sick, and it made me so angry that someone could do that and not even stop.
On a purely selfish note, the story made me think about my own dog Primo, who had been there for 17 years of my youth. Primo was a half-lab, half-Golden Retriever with skinny legs and hazel eyes - a true Kunik so to speak. Like me, she was the runt of the litter, and throughout my childhood she was always there, no matter what.
Primo not only loved me for everything I was, but she loved me unconditionally for everything I wasn’t. She didn’t care that I wasn’t popular in middle school and lacked confidence and grace. She didn’t care that I wasn’t perfectly healthy, or that I never would be considered such. She just loved me, because that’s what dogs do to the people “they”own.
I perked up when I read that a medical fund has been set up for Trappers medical needs and I knew I had to help. Here's the info in case your interested.
Margate Animal Hospital
9200 Ventnor Avenue
Margate, NJ 08402
609.823.3031
I’m donating to the fund on tomorrow, which is ironically Christmas Eve.
Maybe its just happenstance that I found out about the story a few days before Christmas, and I'll actually have the opportunity to drop by the animal hospital with check in hand.
More likely it’s my inane need to do something good, and pure, and right, for two beings who truly deserve it. To be part of something that has nothing to do with the commercialism of the season, but the actual true meaning of it.
Maybe I just really want to be part of the whole “good will towards man,”“good will towards dog” thing.
Whatever the reason, I thought I’d share the story with all of you in the DOC/dBlogville….because I thought you all needed to know their story.
Here are some links in case your interested in learning more.
Video Link
Man & Dog Hit - NBC10
Old School Is Great When It Comes To Rap, But Not So Much When It Comes To Diabetes!

A Brave Little Girl? No, Not Really Mrs. Calvi...

Granville Ave School Pic - Way back When!
Being in my hometown during the holiday’s means lots of last minute hustle and bustle like everywhere else on the planet, but especially on the main drag of town, where most of the stores and boutiques are.
Last night as I was just about to walk into the local grocery store, a woman in a red jacket was wheeling her cart out. We both uttered the obligatory “excuse me” and exchanged smiles. I was about to walk past her when all of a sudden the lady in red, who for the rest of this post will be referred to as LIR said: Oh my goodness, Kelly Kunik, HOW ARE YOU? I HAVENT SEEN YOU IN AGES!
The woman looked oddly familiar and I definitely recognized the face, but her hair was shorter than what I remembered. The years had been kind because she looked pretty much the same as when, when….when what?
Did I take tap dancing lessons with her daughter? No, that wasn’t it.
Did I go to school with her kids?? Nooo, I don’t think so.
Did…she work at my old elementary school as an office Aide?
Me: Oh, I’m great thanks. How are you?
LIR: Fine- how’s your mom doing? She moved a few years ago right?
Me: She’s doing great and yes; she’s still in town but on the other side of Jerome Ave, down the street from the church.
LIR: You haven’t changed a bit!
Me: Thanks! I can’t remember your name though Mrs…
LIR: Mrs. Calvi, (Stupid me, the name of her families company was stitched on the jacket!) I used to work at Granville Ave Elementary School when you were little. And of course I remember you, how could I forget! You used to have diabetes and would come to the nurses’ office for orange juice when you needed to.
Me: Yep, that’s me. I still have diabetes-it hasn’t gone anywhere last I checked. And I still reach for the juice whenever I need to. I’m surprised you recognized me, Granville Ave was a long time ago!
LIR: How are you doing with the diabetes?
Me: Great. No complaints, everything still works…for the most part.
LIR: You look exactly the same! You know, I always thought you were the bravest little girl, always having to take shots and having to go to the nurse when you had to. You’d march right in the office and say: I need juice RIGHT NOW PLEASE!
You’d drink up all your juice, wait a bit and then you’d say:“thanks and see ya later” and continue on with your day.
Me: WOW, you really do remember me! Thanks Mrs. Calvi. It was great to see you again-Happy Holidays!
LIR: You to! Tell your mom I said hi!
Me: WILL DO MRS. CALVI MERRY CHRISTMAS!
As I walked in the store all I could think was: A brave little girl? No, not really Mrs. Calvi, but thanks. More like a realistic little girl who was always afraid of the “diabetes what-ifs,” but didn’t want the rest of the world to know it, so she pretended to be fearless.
