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last updated Tuesday, November 21, 2006 |
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from Luis Rodriguez
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In our navies there are many traditions, one of them is the “Sea-Daddy”.
The Sea Daddy is someone that either gets assigned to you or for whatever reason attaches to you. Ray was my sea-daddy. In the years I knew him I learned more about my job and about life than in the previous 20 odd years. Ray was my mentor, my friend, my confidant, my brother and my father all in one. There are very few times in life when a man can find another that can fit all those things, and I feel extremely lucky that he was part of my life for the last 6 years. He always knew what to say to me, always. When I was down he always cheered me up, when I made a mistake (and there were plenty of those) he always gave me a swift kick in the rear and got me going in the right direction…followed by a pat in the back and a quick word of encouragement. I am sure I gave him plenty of excuses to be mad at me but he never held a grudge. All in all, I am extremely proud that Scouse was my Sea- Daddy, couldn’t have asked for a better one. I have told many people this, including the AHDC and Ronco, Ray was the reason our program there was successful. Every time there was a problem it was Ray that fixed it. Every time I got stuck in the field, it was Ray that came to my rescue. Ray and I always played “good cop, bad cop” with him always been the good guy, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt that he was admired and respected, both as a friend and co-worker, by everyone. I never met anyone that had anything bad to say about Ray anywhere. Luis |
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