I'm the lost kid . In 1980 I was 16 years old homeless on the street of Manhattan. Hope led me to go 125 church st .there at Atlas locksmith shop a young man which people call Sally gave me a chance to change my life for ever.i was his apprentice so call son from the street /the kid .he thought me to be a responsible person a locksmith door tech engineer business owner till this day .I left his wing when I was just 20 years old . I am now 6o years old Sal was sent from God to be what I never had family. I wish I would have told him how much he's  good planted in my life .if any body reads this I'm the kid .Tony thought me to drive his truck delivering and drop off news papers threw out NYC and Lora would by me Christmas gifts and Jhon fumo I'll never for get him .I was older than Jhon. Tony or gran pa  had a strong handshake.  I dream throughout my life of what they did for me and I wake up crying hoping to one day say thank you .Sal i am a mimic of what you thought me. I'm out in sunny Florida were I was having lunch and you came to my mind and there I searched and found that you have passed .tears rolled down my face as I remembered the man who believed in me . Love .memory. purpose. Now flow thank you God for Sal vatore  trizzino.and Anthony. And Lora and jhon.fumo