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| ALLAN S. MANDEL | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Dr. ALLAN S. MANDEL 1939-2000 |
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| On February 7th, 2000, my father, Allan S. Mandel, took his own life. This page is dedicated to his memory, and it is my sincere hope that our society will begin to recognize the seriousness of suicide. Its effects are permanent and its scars are deep. I have learned from this experience that you must never forget to tell your loved ones how important they are to you, because you never know when they will be gone. My Dad was a beloved father and friend. He left this world too early, but his legacy will live on. This site is dedicated to all those we have lost. Please contact me at [email protected] to share your story... I love you Dad. Your Son, Adam CLICK HERE FOR MORE PICTURES & INFO |
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| An excerpt from my Dad's book, Mistaken Identity, which I hope to get published one day. It describes the city of Washington D.C., where he worked for many years on Capitol Hill: "It's a great beauty of a river, not particularly long, but wide and twisting with high, forested banks. Rising from the earth as a spring at Fairfax Stone in the Cumberland Mountains of West Virginia, it meanders lazily through the Maryland countryside before thundering through the cataract at Great Falls and growing ten miles wide as it flows into the vast expanse of the Chesapeake Bay...it bacame a city of light, attracting the best the country could offer. But when the sun disappeared behind the wooded banks of the river and clouds shut out the moon and stars, the dark acquired dominion and the nether world began its workday. Its denizens could not be seen, but their presence was felt and their deeds took concrete form. They did their best to hide their calling, but once every generation a beam of light would shine into the darkness so the world could see, if ever so briefly, the handiwork of the creatures of the night. In time the people became cynics and heaped scorn upon their capital. It became the city that broke their hearts". |
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