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Fiori was a talker. "He would talk your ear off, and he would talk to
anybody," said his wife, Lynda Fiori. He talked so much to the guys
working at the Mobil station where he got gas that he befriended them.
After it was reported he was missing, his friends there, six of whom
attended his memorial service, wrote Lynda a letter, "telling me he
would help them make coffee, give people directions and always talk
about his two daughters."Oratory skills were vital to the couple's courtship. After seeing Lynda speaking about football defenses in a speech class when she was a college sophomore, Mr. Fiori knew she was the one. Then he talked her into marrying him. "He treated me like a princess," she said. "Never a day went by that he didn't tell me he loved me. He brought me flowers on no occasion and wrote me poems. He took me to Windows on the World just to express his love for me." One year ago, Mr. Fiori, then 30, left his high school teaching position in Hawthorne, N.Y., for the equities desk of Cantor Fitzgerald so his young family could be more financially secure. On Sept. 11, their second child, Adriana, was only 3 months old. Their oldest, Debbi, 2, now kisses Daddy's picture every day. Profile published in THE NEW YORK TIMES on November 10, 2001. |
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Fiori was a beloved father of two girls, Debbi and Adriana, and left a
loving wife, Lynda. I could not begin to imagine their loss.
Anyone interested in helping out the family can contribute to the Paul M
Fiori Trust, c/o Margaret Scarcella, 123 Fremont Street, Harrison, NY
10528.When I first agreed to put a tribute up for one of the September 11th victims as part of the 2996 project, I was assigned Paul at random. I didn't know him personally at first but I started doing some research to see if I could find anything to hopefully do a small bit of justice to his memory. The things I found made me both depressed and happy at the same time. Happy that someone this special walked the earth and depressed that I had never really known him until he was gone. I went through a lot of pages that said basically the same thing. He was a good person that died on the 104th floor of Tower 1 of the World Trade Center while working for Canter Fitzgerald. The only thing I could find that we had in common was that we both were the same age. That was until I noticed where his parents lived, Valhalla, New York. My grandparents lived in Valhalla until they passed away and my father was raised in the town. Every Christmas, Thanksgiving and summer we would go up to visit so when I saw that his parents lived there I did a little Googling to see where. It turns out that they lived a half mile away. Now I can't say for sure but I distinctly remember playing with the neighborhood kids when we went up to visit. I don't know if I actually met Paul but I'd have to say that the chances are good if he played down by the pond like a lot of the other kids in the area. After looking at the aerial view from Google, it looks like that old pond is now part of Westchester Community College. I wish I could say more but you know how the memories of youth are... The chances are very good that my grandparents knew him. They were both very active in the area's community. My grandfather was active in both the church and the Boy Scouts and my grandmother active with the College and church as well. After reading some of the things I found on Paul I know they would have been honored to have known him. It's very difficult for me to write anything about September 11th itself but I did want to make one point. Don't remember Paul for the way he died, but for the way he lived. His impact on others cannot be measured in words. But I can say that even in death, he made another impact, this one on my own life. Thank you Paul.
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