I thank you so much for creating this web page

Dear Peter,
Having been a student at Waterville valley academy through the
years of 1996/97 and 1997/8 I had the opportunity to know and build a
friendly relationship with Dan. I always saw Dan as an excellent role
model for the perfect skier. Everytime I saw him ski I wish I could have
had the chance to learn and live skiing like he did. He excelled in the
sport he loved best with ensuring that everyone around him was happy.

My classic memories of Dan would have to be when I used to see him most
mornings in the Academy corridor and everytime he would shout to me in
his hyper American accent "Hey Jonny". I can still hear his his voice
and the face he used to pull as he did this. Before all the Anderson
kids (Dan and all the other younger skiers) used to be collected from
the Academy after their lessons and lunch, we all used to have pillow
fights and be complete loonies infront of Pick's office. Dan and myself
were always the centre of these rumbles and everybody else would join in
and have fun!

These are the great memories of a great skier and dear friend to
everybody that knew him. I know that Dan was not just a friend to
American people but British ones like myself and all of the other
British W.V.A students.

Good Luck to all the Waterville Valley Academy students and my heart is
with the Cardillo family.

JONNY HOPPER
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I thank you so much for creating this web page!
I think it is such a wonderful for people who knew Dan to look back and
remember him and what he loved. I congratulate you with the huge success of
it and the amount of hits. I also think it is set up very well and is easy to
navigate. Once again I thank you.

Sincerely,
Katherine Hulit Freshman Falmouth High School

I am writing to you in response to the word "additions" posted on dan
cardillo's web page. i was a friend of Dan's for a long time, and not a day
goes by when i don't think of him. I would like to remain anonymous, but I
have a poem that I wrote about Dan after he died. i was wondering if you
could at least read it, and maybe post it on the page. If not, it is fine
with me.

Invisible Boxes

Lost so long ago
amid invisible boxes.
Painted faces that laughed
with the recollection of yesterday.
A heart surrounded by windows
allowing sunlight on the greyest day.
Playful games
where rules were defied,
and tears.
I remeber the tears.
Feeling ahead
in a world were only the best were kept.
Keeping in mind
home was everywhere.
Lost so long ago
amid invisible boxes.
You taught me
to turn a knob,
and walk out.
painted faces that cry
with the thought of tomorrow.
Keep a window open
for every snowy day.

Thank you so much.

Dear Peter,
I happened to be surfing the net when I discovered your web-site. My little
brother recently passed away, Danny was snowboarding when he was struck by an
avalanche and killed.
In his memory, I have also started a not-for-profit organization to assist
students with college tuition assistance based on need and personal
character. The Danny Kim Award is a one-time monetary grant awarded every
year to a graduating student from Niles West High School in Illinois.
I was wondering if you could offer some advice that has helped your
organization in your fund raising efforts. Most of the donations for the
Daniel Kim Foundation has been donated from young adults ages 21-31. Since we
a newly founded organization any advice would be appreciated. Thank you for
your time.
Sincerely,
Susie Kim
Daniel Kim Foundation, Director
www.dkfoundation.org

Dear Mr. Evans,
Dan was a very good friend of mine. Although I was a grade ahead of him,
we still hung out a lot when he was home. I actually learned to ski with him
at Mt. Abram's. The news of his death totally shocked me. I was already
planning on watching him in the Olympics. I found this poem by Lyndsie
Chlowitz that reminded me of Dan.
Terrified Tears
The face of an angel is all that is here,
One beutiful freckle equals one terrified tear.
Not ready to leave but has to go,
Wants to go back but God says no.
Leaving your life is a scary thought,
I guess it is something that can't be fought.
A mother, a father, brothers, and friends,
A meaningful life that suddenly ends.
An angel is what he was meant to be,
Now just think of all he can see.
Looking over his family night and day,
Saying I love you in his own special way.
In the night we sleep, in the day we cry.
He watches us all from his star in the sky.

Hello,
My name is Lauren and I was a friend of Dan's at the Falmouth school. I can't say I was a really good friend but I was a friend and if you had asked him if he knew me he would say yes. But what I wanted to ask is if you knew anything about the award that was made by our School Falmouth Middle School. It was made by our students and some teachers, and the first person to be awarded was a kid named Blake Davis. I read through most of the things and I don't think I saw it in there, but if it was in there I'm sorry to take up your time!
from Lauren

Hello,
My name is Katie Starkey. I'm was one of Dan's best friends from Falmouth. I
really like your sit about Dan. I visit the sit every week if not every day.
It reminds me of all the fun time's I have had with Dan. Like the night I
asked him to dance with him and he said yes. That is my favorite memory of
him and me together. Thanks for making the web sit about Dan. In a way Dan
and I had a lot in common.
Thanks again,
Katie Starkey

Dear Mr. Evans,
    Here is a poem I wrote one night in memory of Dan. If you could put it on
His website, I would be very thankful.

The Tears I Shed

I shed my tears
Alone at night.
I Hold them back
In a dying fight.

My first tear shed
Is for the way
You lifted our hearts
Every breaking day.

My second tear
Is for the time
When everyone was mean,
You were so kind.

My third tear shed
Is for the feeling
That when no hope was left
You kept us believing.

My fourth tear shed
Is for all the while
You made us feel loved
With one bright smile.

My final tear shed
Is for the hope that some way
I'll see you again.
Sometime. Someday.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. If you are unable to put this on
the site, I understand.

    Sincerely,
        Evan Dalzell
        Freshmen at Falmouth High School

Dan Cardillo was killed in a skiing accident on January 26, 1999, my 11 birthday. Dan was a close family friend, only 14 years of age. It was some type of crash, that caused his death, but that's not what this story is about. This story is about the short life of Daniel Cardillo and his relationship to me.

I'll start off by saying that Dan was third in the lineup, behind brothers Jonah and Chris. Dan was a kid you could look up to, whether he was older than you or not.

He had a great smile, always looked to the good side of things and was kind to everyone, not to mention his great sense of humor.

Dan enjoyed a lot of things in life, but there was one thing that he worshipped the most: skiing. t an early age, Dan could fly down an expert trail at amazing speeds. People could clearly see, by his passion and talent that he was going to be a skier.

Whenever we came to Maine from New York, we would ski with the Cardillos. My older brother, Colin, developed a good friendship with Dan through these times. While both of my brothers went and skied with Dan, Jonah and Chris, I stayed behind and skied with my little sister and the adults. Occasionally we would see the older boys skiing past us. Dan would lead the pack, coming at blazing speeds, right past us. Dan had talent that any skier would die for.

When Dan was about 11, he knew he had to dedicate his life to skiing. He started attending Waterville Ski Academy, where he would train from November to April and also be schooled. Because of this I saw less and less of Dan.

At around the same time that Dan started attending Waterville Valley Ski Academy, my family moved up to Yarmouth Maine, 10 minutes away for Falmouth, where the Cardillos lived. The Cardillos had a huge influence on this move in that we saw a lot of Maine that we liked when we traveled up to ski with them. I wasn't comfortable in the area when we first moved here, so it always felt good to go see the Cardillos.

I always wondered what school was like for Dan. Being able to ski for half a day and be schooled for half a day sounded like fun, but I wasn't attached to skiing like Dan was. I don't think anyone in the world was.

Outside of skiing, Dan had many interests. One of them was fishing. Every summer, Dan would go out on a tuna boat with his uncle and catch remarkably huge tuna. He loved the joy of a catch and spending time with his uncle.

Dan's sports hero was ski-great Herman Maier. He admired Maier's hard work to be the best. Month's before Dan's death, Dan's dream came true. While skiing in Colorado, Dan found that Herman Maier was on the mountain. Dan had finally met his hero up close when he rode the chairlift with Maier. This was probably one of the highlights of Dan's life.

Dan's second favorite sport was soccer. My brother Colin and Dan competed against each other many times in this sport. Dan's magic showed on the soccer field as well. He never stopped working, whether he lost a tackle or lofted a shot.

The impact of Dan's death on his classmates, friends and relatives was very hard. I was one of many who couldn't stop crying at the wake. It would have been too hard for me to go to the funeral, so I stayed at my best friends house.

As I write this now, I remember Dan's great ideas, creativeness and funny stories, which are unmatchable. I don't think I'll ever meet another person that has qualities like Dan.

This was my first experience with death which makes it the hardest. One thing that can help me take this better is remembering that he died doing what he loved the most. On January 26th, we wont only be celebrating the birth of Shane Minte, but we will be celebrating the beautiful life oh Dan Cardillo that ended too soon.