Dedicated to the Memory of John Nelson Giunta

During John's first semester at Seton Hall, I never got much chance to talk to him. I was busy, almost never making to the basketball games where I would be most likely to see John. He told me that he was supposed to have an Education class with Rev. White. I told him to say I said hello- thinking that would guarantee him an 'A' for the class.

The last time I spoke with John was before Finals. He told me there had been 4 false alarms in Boland the night before, and he had gotten very little sleep. I can't remember what I said to him in response, of if I said anything at all. It never could have entered my mind that our short conversation- which I ended abruptly since I was about to be late for class- would be the last time I ever spoke to John Giunta.

I am sure many people made a resolution similar to mine- to make more friends. If anyone made that resolution and hasn't kept it, I'm certain they think to themselves, "there's always tomorrow". But for John, Frank, and Aaron, tomorrow never came.

I learned something from this tragedy; we all must learn something from tragedies, or they become empty. Stop saying, "there's always tomorrow". Today is just as good- in fact, better. Don't wait- tell people you love them. I say that now- to my family, my friends, my sorority sisters, and all the friends I have yet to meet: If tomorrow does come, I want to spend it with you.