Dominica, Oh, Dominica
Fitzroy St. Rose displayed the national flag of his island country, Dominica, on the bedroom wall of his sparsely furnished apartment in the East Bronx. He was constantly trying to set people straight about the Commonwealth of Dominica, part of the Windward Islands.
No, he told them, it's not the Dominican Republic, where even Dominica's postal mail is sometimes sent.
He was so loyal to his impoverished homeland that last year he helped organize a group, the Exodus Club, to raise money for its hospitals and other institutions. The club often met in his small apartment.
His loved ones gathered there for a prayer meeting Saturday night, returning to clean up Sunday morning.
Fitzroy, 40 and single, was a computer technician for General Telecom in 1 World Trade Center. He had a shy smile and an upbeat stride. He seemed to stand a bit taller, one close friend said, when he was doing things out of the goodness of his heart.
"Ninety people in the world would say he's my best friend," says Irving Guye, the friend. "That's how connected he was to the rest of the world."
Profile courtesy of THE NEW YORK TIMES.