Semper Fi!
To me, those two words mean John Blasi.
Mr. Blasi came into my life in 1965 when I was a freshman at LeMoyne. What a personal and spiritual gift from that day forward. Leader, cheerleader, mentor, role model, a paesan, (he always, quietly, discreetly, but pointedly expected more from his Italian students and friends). Miracle of miracles for me, a blessed friend for 52 years.
My father was old school - fathers and sons didn't talk much in my father's world. Respect was much more important. Honor and respect meant just as much to John; but he talked and I listened. When I talked, he listened and then encouraged, supported and championed me. Then he always talked some more: about honor, duty, fidelity, parenting, doing good for anyone everyone. And he laughed, just looked at you like you were the only person on the planet.
The love and joy he expressed for others, for me, was boundless.
John always was marching. Life was one big parade ground. And you just fell in step with him.
When he found out I played handball in NY city it was game on. Absolutely the only thing I every beat him at - and he made me do it multiple times before the game was over. And he loved it. Like he loved everything he did.
Was it two or three jobs he found for me after graduation? If it was a year, three years, even five years between phone calls: "Hello, Mr. Blasi." I'd say. Immediately, "Hi Jimmy, how are you doing." He deeply wanted know how you were doing, what you were doing, what you were going to do.
Maybe St. Paul had more energy, I'm not sure. Paul had epistles. John Blasi had stories, anecdotes and facial expressions that could light up a room, a heart, (or a conscience if you weren't quite measuring up).
What a great, good man. A gift to those who got to know him.
John Blasi -Semper Fi!
Jimmy Bencivenga, LeMoyne class of 1969.