A Weekend in Perspective

In a weekend that was loaded with unreal sports: Red Sox v. Yankees, Trevor Immelman winning the Masters (and feeling horrible for Brant Snedeker), playoff hockey (I watched a Bruin game!), Boston College winning the NCAA hockey frozen four (swallowing my pride a little bit about that one...), I was rocked by a sporting event that happened thousands of miles away in Alaska. A friend of mine, who I worked at summer camp with for two years, moved west and never really looked back. He became a professional extreme skier, conquering mountains and trails that were blazed by only the bravest and most skilled skiers. His career and life were on an up-swing. He was spreading his love of sking to anyone who would listen to him.

In a tradegy that once again puts life into perspective, John took a wrong turn while competing in Alaska and fell down a cliff that was too steep for him to manage with his trusty skis. Even with quick reaction by the ski patrol and EMT there was nothing that could be done. At 27, doing what he loved more than anything, John passed away. In an effort to remember him I have dedicated my page to him until Friday. John Nicoletta was loved by everyone whom he came across. He never had a bad word to say about anyone and always wanted to help. John always managed to touch people with kind words and his contagious smile. He will be greatly missed.