I had hoped that Patrick would win his battle against Cancer, he had lived almost two years after they gave him five months to live. Loosing him has really hit home, we felt as if he was a member of our extended family ever since they filmed parts of the movie 'Dirty Dancing' in the area around Lake Lure here in NC. My father was one of the EMTs hired to stand by to give medical attention if needed (just like he did for the movie 'A Breed Apart'), and my parents and I were in the background of the scene filmed at the beach, and we got to watch them film the part where they are teaching 'Baby' to do the jumping up into Patrick's characters arms in the freezing cold water was in an area of a summer camp where a dear friend lived and worked. He was a real person, not one of the elitist Hollywood snobs who are stuck on themselves. He is really going to be missed here on Earth, but I feel he's up in heaven right now trying out for a part in a grand musical production with the likes of Fred Astire.
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Fuck being a hero. Do you know what you get for being a hero? Nothing! You get shot at. You get a little pat on the back, blah blah blah, attaboy! You get divorced... Your wife can't remember your last name, your kids don't want to talk to you... You get to eat a lot of meals by yourself. Trust me kid, nobody wants to be that guy. I do this because there is nobody else to do it right now. Believe me if there was somebody else to do it, I would let them do it. There's not, so I'm doing it.
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