Haven’t had much time or inclination to post in a while, but this, I think, warrants a mention.
As the Academy Awards approach, I hope you’ll take notice of a nominee for Best Short Documentary, Recycled Life. It’s the story of the “guajeros”, the inhabitants of a vast garbage dump that sits in the midst of Guatemala City, who subsist off of what they can scavenge there.
The film touches me personally because it’s also, in small part, the astonishing story of Safe Passage, and features its founder, Hanley Denning, who died tragically in an automobile accident last Thursday.
Hanley wasn’t from my home town or school, but you might (quite literally) say we ran in some of the same circles, and in that context we met. I can’t claim I got to know her very well (she was so modest, unassuming, and self-effacing one could be forgiven for overlooking her presence in certain crowds), but what little I did know of her left me completely unsurprised that she managed to accomplish everything she did. She was that remarkable. As I mentioned, I knew her through her running, which, despite the fact that she was not what I would call a natural athlete, she excelled at (like everything else she decided to put her mind to) simply through hard work, focus, and determination. On top of her impressive work ethic, she was, quite without exaggeration, the kindest, sweetest, most selfless, humble, intelligent, yet formidably dogged individual I have ever encountered. If there was one person I met in my ill-spent youth who I would have, had I the power, put in a protective bubble to assure the rest of us the world would be blessed with her presence, it was Hanley, without the slightest doubt. If anything about Hanley puzzled me to the point of annoyance, it was her constitutional inability to accept praise and admiration without a dose of self-effacement. I’m glad her alma mater made her superlative status official and undeniable, at any rate. The news of her loss, even despite our brief acquaintance, has devastated me, as it has the thousands of others who she touched with her peerless goodness, and I’m still in utter shock over it.
So please, if you have the chance, see the film. And if you feel so inclined, give to Safe Passage, and to other charities such as hers that sought to better the lot of the world’s most unjustly deprived, impoverished children. For them, and though she would never have asked it of you, a little bit for Hanley, truly one of the best of us.