I worked with Paul at Paramount Pictures when we were both in high school. I went to school in Queens and he went to school in Staten Island. If not for the co-op program, we never would have met. I'm so glad that I had the pleasure to know him. We used to have so much fun working together. I ran into him again as I was waiting for a flight out of Chicago. He was returning to duty at Great Lakes Naval Station. What a blast to see someone you know from New York in Chicago. We only had a minute to talk. I'm so blessed to have had that moment with my friend. I did not know that Paul had become a firefighter, but it did not surprise me at all. He was a giver; someone who would do for others without thinking of himself. I learned that about him in the short time we worked together. I was stationed at NCBC Gulfport, MS in the Navy Seabees and was on duty with the security department at the time of the attacks. It was later on that week that the newspaper had the pictures of the firefighters and police officers who perished on 9/11/2001. When I saw Paul's photo, I wept, but I felt that he would do it all over again in order to help a fellow human being, a stranger who needed his help. I'm proud to have known him. I think about him often and I think about his family; his wife and children who must face life without him and I am deeply sorry for the pain that you have endured.
I pray that God will comfort you all and keep Paul's memory alive forever.