Died Twice!: Yet Still Very Much Alive and Kicking…..
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Trying not to take himself or life seriously, he continues to seek laughter.
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He was!!!..........And now he attempts to “take you there” too.
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Died Twice! - Bernard D. Shapiro
Copyright © 2023 by Bernard D. Shapiro. 851210
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Rev. date: 04/14/2023
DEDICATION
This compilation of enduring life experiences is dedicated with tender compassion to my only son Marc Jeffrey Shapiro who, regretfully, has spent the last forty six years incapacitated, in a wheel chair, while requiring everlasting care for his basic needs.
It is often said that losing a child is one of the most agonizing traumas a parent can endure. Having him disabled these many years, both mentally and physically, has assuredly exacerbated my torment, and no doubt more consequentially, his.
Mercifully, I have been able to move on,
but unfortunately he has not.
May God be eternally gentle with his soul.
Amen!!
1.jpgMarc Jeffrey Shapiro – Sept. 1967
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I would be remiss if I did not offer my undying thanks to those three hundred selfless human beings that volunteered to Pattern
* my son in 1968/69.
Their dedicated commitment was astounding, as there was never a time that we did not have a full complement of five qualified volunteers present and accounted for.
They are too numerous to mention here, but those that participated know who they are, and I hope they accept my eternal gratitude for their assistance in my hour of need.
Additionally, I also wish to acknowledge my many friends that were so supportive of me in 2010 when Laura passed unexpectedly under bizarre circumstances.
I owe particular gratitude to our friends, Temi and Ronnie Birnbaum, Joanna and Larry Lesser, Ardith and Charles Mederrick, Casey Phelan, and Paul Shapiro. Each of these individuals had their own special relationship with Laura, and all have gone out of their way to be there
during my grieving, then and now, almost three years later.
To have all those caring people be supportive on two separate occasions, some forty two years apart, is something I shall always remember and cherish.
THANK YOU ---------AND GOD BLESS YOU ALL
* Patterning: a non medically accepted, physically intensive, rehabilitative regimen, for those individuals who have suffered extensive neurological brain damage.
Contents
DEDICATION
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
INTRODUCTION
DYING
THE FIRST TIME !!! 1967-1970
FORTY YEARS OF LIVING 1970-2010
A MORE DETAILED OVERVIEW 1936- 2010
ADDENDUMS
THE BAR MITZVAH BOY 1949
ATHLETICS 1949-1950
THE SWIMMER- 1952/1953
CLARK UNIVERSITY… FIRST EXAM SCARE 1953
AFTER CLARK
MY ILLUSTRIOUS MILITARY CAREER 1958-1962
THE GODFATHER POSTER STORY - 1959, 1972, 2010
THE DECORATORS, AMBIANCE AND IBIZA -1970’s
LAURA AT THE WHITNEY’S 1971-1990
BERNIE’S 40TH
THE MUFFIN LADY SAGA 1977-1994
LARRY THE GARDENER 1974- 1984
THE SHOOTING
OF MADONNA - AUGUST 1989
THE QUEST FOR GENUINE TORTOISE-1978
HONG KONG AND THE CANTON FAIR IN MAINLAND CHINA
INDIA &GOOD MORNING HONG KONG circa 1984-86
CRASHING THE PLAZA WEDDING - 1992
BERNIE AND BUSES
FLORIDA, St. MARTIN, AND MIRABELLE
CHAMPAGNE COUNTRY WITH RANDY AND SUE
HAVING A WEDDING AT HOME IS NOT A PARTY
MY 70TH BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION 2006
WORKING EXPERIENCES 1996- 2006
BERNIE AND HIS DOGS 1944-2012
BERNIE AND BOATS
CELEBRATING MY 75TH BIRTHDAY 2011
BERNIE AND BOLLYWOOD
POST SCRIPTS TO THE ADDENDUMS
LAURA MOVES IN WITH ME 1970
LAUREN AND THE SEACREST DINER CAPER -1982
THE ENRON DEBACLE
WHITE WATER RAFTING WITH THE POKER BOYS 1988--1994
ST MARTIN WITH THE POKER PLAYERS AND WIVES 1996- 1998
BLAIR AND BRIE – BIRTHS,NAMING, AND MORE
SOUTH BEACH, & CAMP KENMONT, KENT CONN. CIRCA 1943-1949
CITIES AND COUNTRIES VISITED 1971 – 2010
MY FINAL WORDS TO LAURA - 2010
THE LAST QUADRANT 2010-???????
PERSONAL RECOGNITONS
IN CONCLUSION
INTRODUCTION
On April 29th, 2010 my life as I knew it ended…….. for the second time.
Forty three years earlier, in October of 1967, I lost
my five year old son to an accident in which he suffered life threatening injuries. After colliding with his older sister’s school bus while riding his bicycle, he suffered severe brain damage that ensured he would never again be able to function as a normal child, and to this day at the age of fifty, he remains incapacitated, requiring perpetual care and support.
That was the very first time I died,
and for these last forty six years I have strived to rebuild my life. I truly believed I was doing a credible job until I died
again, for the second time, when my wife of thirty nine years passed away suddenly, under bizarre circumstances, without ever having been ill.
Officially, the autopsy report indicated that she died of heart failure just as she was being prepped to undergo a laser surgical procedure. Painfully, we will never know definitively what caused her heart to surrender; a reality that has been extremely difficult for my family to deal with, but lacking any meaningful alternative, we have come to accept that sometimes god works in mysterious ways.
Knowing that I am not alone in having experienced life altering tragedies, nor the only person that has managed to successfully soldier on,
I have neither sought nor required sympathy, when either of these two unrelated incidents, forty three years apart, dramatically affected my life. I do, however, fervently thank all those caring souls who supported me in my times of need.
Those that know me now, can hopefully understand how those two tragedies greatly affected my life, my character and my perspective. I know I have matured and gained wisdom from both life altering occurrences, and I have managed to move on,
and what follows is a disjointed abridged outline of my life story as best I can recount it.
I ask the reader to graciously allow me a degree of poetic license as to dates and sequence of events, as all this has been written strictly from the memory of a seventy seven year old puppy
who is still young at heart and wagging his tail.
Since I concluded that many of the experiences were not appropriate to work into the initial narrative, I have chosen to chronicle a series of detailed addendums and post scripts, some quite brief and others somewhat lengthy, and hopefully you will take the time to read them in order to understand the whole enchilada.
Whereas I performed my own editing and copywriting, I take full responsibility for any spelling or grammatical errors. Hopefully, they will not exist or that you will either not notice them or will diplomatically overlook them, as you will be focused on the narrative itself.
I recognize that for much of what I have written, you had to be there
to fully appreciate the moments and situations that I found myself in over the years; some tragic, some serious, and some humorous.
As an artist might do, I have attempted to paint a picture
for all to see.
How it is viewed and interpreted will be up to you the reader.
DYING
THE FIRST TIME !!! 1967-1970
In early October, 1967, my son Marc Jeffery Shapiro, a very athletic and active five year old, returned home from school and found his way down the steps to our basement and into the garage to his newly gifted two wheeler. He then managed to activate the automatic garage door and proceeded to ride his bike down our inclined driveway, knowing full well that he was not allowed to do that unless either I or his mother were with him. I was in NYC at work and my wife of eight years was in NYC on what she said later was a shopping trip. The housekeeper had just given him his milk and cookies when he disappeared
down the stairs and before she noticed, he was gone and on his bike heading down the driveway.
Unfortunately, his sister’s school bus was coming down Tara Drive, and Marc slammed into the bus that was screeching to a halt. He was thrown backwards on to the grass, but his head hit a fire hydrant and rendered him unconscious, and he remained in that condition until he arrived via ambulance at North Shore Hospital in Manhasset.
I shall never forget the frantic phone call I received in my office from one of my neighbors telling me that Marc had been hit and was being rushed to the hospital. I graphically recall racing out of my office and onto 5th Ave. and hailing a taxi and directing him to the Mid Town tunnel and out to Long Island, not knowing if my son was alive or dead.
Upon arriving at the hospital emergency room I was directed to the surgical waiting room where I was told the doctors would be out shortly to speak to me. After what seemed like an eternity, two neurosurgical residents entered and informed me that although Marc was alive, he was critical and suffering from extreme edema of the brain, a condition that precluded them from any remedial action until the swelling abated. They also informed me that although there was a medication that would help in relieving the swelling, it was not available at the hospital at that moment and they questioned the wisdom of pursuing this course of action even if it was.
They explained that even if the serum was located and administered, the amount of time that Marc’s brain had been oxygen deprived would more than likely render him permanently disabled with his brain pretty much staying at the level of a two year old for the rest of his life, and if he was just left unmedicated, the seriousness of the swelling would probably mercifully claim his life. That was truly the first time in my life ……….. I died.
I was alone in the surgical waiting room, my wife somewhere in NYC but unreachable, with a decision to make. Did I´ die
right then and there having lost my son, or was I to fight for his life and secure the medication and try to defy the future laid out for him by the doctors?
The decision was instantaneous, as I could not die
having another child at home and one on the way, so I had to live for my family and as a father I had to do everything possible to save my son and fight for any future he might have. There was really no option!!! I had momentarily died
but kept on breathing.
After a few frenzied phone calls, and frantic pleading, the medication was located in NYC and a friend of mine with hospital connections, managed to have the anti inflammatory serum rushed out from the city and it was then immediately administered to my son, resulting in the swelling being reduced and his life being spared.
Hours later, my wife was escorted to the hospital to hear the devastating news directly from me. I never left the hospital that day and ended up living there
for the next three days, using the hospital facilities for my basic needs, with neighbors or my wife bringing me fresh clothes.
Three weeks later, Marc was released from the intensive care unit. He then spent four months in a private room at North Shore Hospital in a coma as a result of the oxygen deprivation and seriousness of his injuries.
My life had been instantly altered and my entire focus was on Marc’s recovery. In the ensuing months, with the help of my sympathetic car pool neighbors, I stopped at the hospital every morning on the way to work and every evening on the way home. My wife visited during the day with the support of her girl friends and to all those compassionate people, I will be eternally grateful.
During the ensuing four months, we were able to survive the daily trauma due to the warmth and tenderness of the nursing staff and particularly the pediatric nursing supervisor who made things as comfortable for us as possible. It was during those months that both my wife and I developed a true friendship with this young lady who possessed a genuine nursing persona. Little did I know that four years later this compassionate supervisor and I would become romantically involved, and eventually married.
In February of 1968, I was informed by a hospital administrator that since Marc was now out of his coma I would have to arrange for his release from the hospital as it was not a long term care facility and they needed his room for other patients. My wife Toby was upstairs in the maternity ward giving birth to my daughter Elissa and my son was on the first floor, alive and out of his coma, but totally incapacitated and unable to communicate.
And so began the task of rebuilding of my life, as I was dedicated to having Marc make as full of a recovery as humanly possible.
After extensive research I contacted Blythedale Children’s Hospital in Valhalla N.Y as they had an outstanding reputation for rehabilitation work with brain injured children. Marc was accepted for a two month trial for both physical and speech therapy. During this period, I picked him up every Friday afternoon and brought him home to my family in Roslyn, returning him on Sunday evening for his five day Monday to Friday rehabilitation regimen. Unfortunately, at the end of the two months, the hospital advised us that Marc was not making any progress and their prognosis was crushing as they suggested that he be placed in a 24/7 full care facility .
I stubbornly refused to give up fighting for Marc’s recovery, and after further research I took Marc to the Patterning Center in Media Pennsylvania, where they offered a last resort, non medically approved program, of resurrecting his damaged nervous system and re educating his muscles and brain. This was an excruciatingly physical rehabilitation regimen, requiring 280 volunteers a week to visit our Roslyn home as the patterning therapy consisted of special hourly body movement of Marc’s extremities, necessitating a five man team working in unison for forty five minutes, manipulating his arms, legs and head in a very precise manner.
That eight hour regimen required forty volunteers daily, with twenty substitutes on a standby basis. I hired a secretary, installed a special phone line, and organized the three hundred people all of whom would either show up at the appointed hour or call in advance to advise of their unavailability, and the secretary would then arrange for one of the standby volunteers to fill in. I found myself forever grateful to these people who willingly gave of their time and effort every day for over a year.
You can imagine the stress this placed on my family, with my seven-year-old daughter Lauren, having initially witnessed her brother slamming into her school bus, and then visiting him in the hospital and now experiencing all that was going on around her, with my wife having just given birth to our third child and the enormity of having almost three hundred volunteers come to our home weekly. After a year of grueling patterning I had to finally accept the irrefutable fact that Marc’s brain damage was irreversible, and indeed he did need to be placed in an appropriate full care facility. Fortunately, soon thereafter, he was accepted at the Suffolk State School on Long Island, just about ½ hour from our home. The experience of visiting him there was heartbreaking for me as I was exposed to a part of life that thankfully most people never witness; and that is the amount of suffering humans that are in need of 24/7 care either emotionally, physically or mentally. Thankfully, shortly thereafter, we were able to have Marc accepted in a New York State sponsored residential facility located in Malvern, where he has resided all these years with nine other handicapped boys and girls,
with Marc having been there the longest.
The endless trauma created by all of this activity, exacerbated what was a most difficult situation and eventually led to the dissolution of my first marriage which was already on rocky grounds prior to the accident. There was no way I would address the marriage difficulties until I ensured that Marc was properly situated and well cared for. Once that was accomplished, I was able to confront my wife about her extra marital affair and demanded a divorce. At first she was willing to give me custody of our two daughters, then 8 and 1, but reneged on that agreement upon the urgings of her mother and sister, who convinced her to maintain custody lest she be thought of as an uncaring mother. She did however agree to move out of the marital home as she did not want anyone to become aware of her adulterous behavior, with the quid pro quo being that I would keep her escapades private.
Upon our separation, she and my two daughters and our live in housekeeper, all moved into a three bedroom apartment in Forest Hills. After a month, I received a frantic phone call from my daughter Lauren saying she was in trouble with the building’s superintendent, as she had just crayoned
the hallway, and when I asked to speak to her mother she informed me that her mother was in Puerto Rico, and she and her sister were alone with the house keeper, but she was not allowed to tell anyone that.
There I was working in my showroom with Neiman Marcus in mid afternoon and my daughter was on the phone hysterical. Not knowing exactly what to do, I called Laura Martin, the pediatric supervisor that had been so helpful to us with Marc, as I knew she lived in Flushing fairly close to the children and that her shift would be soon be over, and asked her if she could possibly run over and help out with the situation.
Laura, who had developed a close friendship with my wife, was shocked to learn, as was, I that the children were left in the care of the housekeeper as Toby was out of the country. She too, was upset with her for not at least giving her a heads up.
A month later, my wife was remarried and advised me she was moving to Puerto Rico with the children, as her new husband was a lawyer with a New York firm but assigned to their San Juan office for two years.
I fought that legally, and tried to obtain custody of the girls, as my separation and divorce agreements precluded Toby from moving more than 50 miles from New York City with the children. The judge, however, ruled in Toby’s favor as she was now legitimately married to an attorney and he felt that ruling was in the best interest of the children.
In the matter of less than two years, I had lost
my son, was divorced, and my two daughters were ferreted out of the country and I found myself at the ripe old age of 33, understandably distraught and alone.
In retrospect, on the brighter and lighter side, it was perhaps the shortest alimony obligation on record. I try to laugh every day at life itself, and I do believe god works in strange ways.
FORTY YEARS OF LIVING 1970-2010
Shortly thereafter, I asked Laura to join me for dinner one evening to thank her for all that she had done over the prior three years, as I knew she herself was experiencing the pain of a divorce from her husband Alan, and their relatively short marriage. Over the course of a few months our friendship grew and eventually developed into a romance and we were married in the spring of 1971, and that was the start of my moving on.
It was March 26th that Laura and I unceremoniously found our way to City Hall, where we were wed by a Justice of the Peace, with her nursing friend Margaret as our sole witness. The three of us then taxied uptown to the St. Regis Hotel, where sitting next to Salvatore Dali, we had our celebratory luncheon and then, and only then, did we mail our wedding announcement cards to friends and family. That evening our parents and her grandmother joined us for our wedding dinner
at the Pierre Hotel. So we would always say We had a Pierre wedding… minus a few of the trappings.
We then took up residence in my 35th St. apartment on Lexington Ave. in NYC, and Laura reverse commuted to North Shore Hospital, where she was now the head nurse in their newly opened radiology department.
We planned two honeymoons. The first one a week after our marriage, when we flew down to Puerto Rico and picked up my daughters Lauren (10), and Elissa (3) and flew over to St. Thomas where we chartered a 46 foot houseboat that I was to navigate thru the American & British Virgin Islands.
Laura had agreed to this, in spite of the fact that she could not swim and we would be bearing the responsibility of my three year old, but we did just fine and had a marvelous time, cruising, swimming, snorkeling, and sun bathing. To this day, it was one of the most enjoyable weeks I have ever spent on the water. Additionally, it gave the four of us a chance to bond
as we were all starting new lives and I desperately wanted my two daughters to share fun times with us.
Three weeks later, Laura and I left for a ten day jaunt to London, Paris, and Rome as this was part of the honeymoon deal we had made. Since it was to be Laura’s first exposure to Europe, we were both quite excited.
Our trip ended in Naples and from there down to Torre del Greco which at the time was the coral capitol of