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By ******* ***** *******-***** reporter A life of adventure and generosity that began in ****** ended on Sunday in the West African country of Mali when ****** ****** *****, 27, of ********* was killed in a boat accident. ***** was an ********* ***** University graduate and Peace Corps volunteer. He left for Mali in January 2005, full of anticipation.
"I can only hope to contain some of the excitement I feel," he wrote on his Web site, "now that I am finally following through with something that I have wanted to do for such a long time. I am an inspiration to myself."
After graduating from *** in June of 2004 with a degree in engineering, ***** went to work for a partnership of construction companies building the new San Francisco-Oakland Bay Bridge.
***** had a choice of assignments in the Peace Corps. He could have gone to the Caribbean immediately after graduation, but he chose to wait six months and go to Africa. "I want to know what it is like to live, and work, and eat, and smell, and sleep in a place that is outside of everything I have known so far," he wrote to the Peace Corps. It was typical of ***** to choose the unknown, says ****** *****, *****'s mother. "He was an explorer," ***** said. She thinks if he lived in the 1400s, "he'd say, 'I want to go and see if the world is flat.'"
In 2001, ***** took his bicycle to the Pacific Ocean and began a cross-country solo ride. Fifty-one days later he arrived at the Atlantic. He averaged 80 miles a day, camping along the way. He told his mother the scariest moment on the trip was in his tent in the middle of nowhere when he smelled a skunk investigating his campsite. "I knew if I got sprayed my trip was over," he said to her, because no one would allow him near them. He was more afraid of having to end his trip prematurely than of any robber or violent person he might run across.
***** worried, but ***** never seemed to. "He didn't live life like that," she said. "He didn't live in a box. He probably did in 27 years what most people would in 100." **** *****, one of *****'s teachers at ***, agreed.
"He was a unique guy," said *****, an assistant professor in construction management. "He was technically savvy and knew some computer programs better than any other student I've had before or since. But he wasn't a techie or a nerd. He was a people person." In 2004, ***** and five of his classmates won a national construction management competition in the field of roads, bridges and dams. The team put together a bid for a project and presented it to judges. The lead judge offered them all jobs on the spot. "****** was the brain behind the presentation," ***** said.
He was also generous. When contestants were having computer problems, ***** fixed his own team's computer and then went from room to room helping other teams with theirs, too. "He was one of those kids that people remembered," ***** said.
In Mali, ***** worked in the village of Dontieribugu , population 500. Members of each of the major families in the village collaborated with him in building new wells, latrines and hand-washing stations. He also helped a group of 200 women begin a gardening project to raise their incomes and improve their families' nutrition. On Sunday, ***** and three of his Peace Corps colleagues set out for a day of fun, traveling in their homemade catamaran down the Niger River . When they sighted rough water ahead, the young men decided to pull into a tributary and get some local expertise, according to Peace Corps press director ******* *****. The mast of their boat hit a low-hanging electrical power line. A witness on the riverbank saw a blue arc of electricity that seemed to blow ***** and his friend **** ***** into the water.
The other two men jumped out. Their injuries were not life-threatening. But ***** and *****, 24, were killed instantly. ***** was at home on Sunday morning when the call came. It was a woman from the Peace Corps, and she asked ***** if she was alone. "I got the fear," ***** says.
"There's been an accident," she heard next. She waited for the words that would reassure her that her son was OK. In December, ***** was hit by a motorcycle in Mali. His leg was broken, but he came home for Christmas and healed. Then he went back to Africa. This time it was different. ***** can't remember the exact words that followed, but she heard enough to know that her son was dead. She handed the phone to her husband, ***** ****, and then wandered the house crying.
"We hope it was like, snap! That quick," she said, "and ****** and **** didn't suffer." A memorial service for ***** and **** was held Tuesday night in Mali. Their bodies were scheduled to be flown back to the United States .
A funeral service for ***** will be held at 1 p.m. Monday at ******-****** Funeral Home in **********. ***** is survived by his father, ***** ***** of ****** ; mother ****** ***** and stepfather ***** ***** of *********; two sisters, ***** ******* and ******* *****; and two brothers, ****** and ****** *****.
On one of his first days in Africa, ****** ***** wrote on his Web page:
"As I wrap it all up for today, I'm thinking of two things. One is just how long the next two years, two months, and three weeks is going to be. I have been here for one week and it feels longer than the past six months. Second, is just how hard this is going to be. "Even still, I would not wish to be anywhere else."
-- Sincerely, ***** *.
the family wishes no names or reference, Czarina...they are a sweet, but protective unit...love to you :-)
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