Steve Marshall was one of a kind. He was kind, sarcastic as hell, willing to try things, and most of all, a good friend.
Steve went through a lot during high school with his illness, but he never let on--at least not to me--that he was in pain or discomfort. He lived his life.
Whether hitting on German nurses on an Easter Sunday in Salzburg, Austria, or going in on a deal for Chess King suits for Tony Schleef, him and me for Top 10 Men, Steve was always game for anything.
I miss his bravery, his sarcastic wit, and his cheerful disposition. I forgive him for ratting me out to Tony Schleef after I dropped the F bomb in Physics class and Mr. Jones thought Tony said it. Son of a gun.
Well said, Chris. Steve was a good kid. I never heard him complain about cancer or the stuff he had to go through. I remember being in Mrs. Volpini's Home Ec class in middle school and seeing Steve always have magic marker on his face. I thought he must have been absent minded while in class and written on himself like every week. Saleel told me it was because he was getting Chemo. I had nothing even close in my life to relate to that. I never once spoke with him about cancer. We spoke of sports, girls, music, etc. but never once about his illness. I just remember a kid who always would smile and was quick to laugh. Proud to have known him.
I knew Steve for years ... we actually grew up together both going to St. Charles for elementary school and both leaving it for CMS in seventh grade. I remember in fourth grade finding out for the first time that he was "sick." We had no idea what cancer meant in fourth grade. I remember him trying to explain to me what it meant.
He was always so very good natured and was one person that unless he told you, you never would have known he was sick.
I thank God that he lived as long as he did because he definitely made the most out of the time on earth that he had! :-)
Stevie was truly one of the best people you could ever meet. I think I only ever saw him get upset once...and that was in a backyard football game after I knocked him into a tree. He forgave me, that was his nature...never to hold a grudge. He did battle the cancer for many, many years, and did it so valiantly. He wasn't going to let it rule his life and he never did. He never wanted sympathy and accepted his fate. He enjoyed his life and made everyone's life around him that much more enjoyable all the way to the end.
I picked up his grass cutting route when he physically could no longer do it. All of his customers adored him, not only as a person, but his work as well...he left me big shoes to fill.
I'll never forget the night that he, Elton and I drove his big yellow car (can't remember what kind it was) right up onto the 16th green at Tippy (the barn hole along the road) and swiping the flag and then the sprinklers came on. He also "coerced" us into a few more "souvenirs" such as street signs and those flashing lights on the orange construction barrels (which are not easy to get off w/ out tools). He never shied away from an adventure.
Elton and I visited him on Halloween at Ohio U. before we transfered there ourselves. Steve and I dressed up as Hanz and Franz from Saturday Night Live...sad costumes, basically just stuffed our sweatshirts, gelled our hair back (yes, when I had hair), and used masking tape to write Hanz and Franz on our backs...but we had fun. That is when he got busted for public urination (see the pics on my page). If I remember, me and Elton actually let him spend the night in the drunk tank...I guess we either thought it was hysterical or just didn't know what to do.
Anyways...never a dull moment with Steve. Just an honest, down to earth, decent person. Fun, easy going...just so many adjectives to describe him...but most of all he is and always will be missed. And although some thought it was inappropriate, Elton was cracking jokes at the funeral...but Steve would have wanted it no other way.
Christopher Hall
Steve Marshall was one of a kind. He was kind, sarcastic as hell, willing to try things, and most of all, a good friend.Steve went through a lot during high school with his illness, but he never let on--at least not to me--that he was in pain or discomfort. He lived his life.
Whether hitting on German nurses on an Easter Sunday in Salzburg, Austria, or going in on a deal for Chess King suits for Tony Schleef, him and me for Top 10 Men, Steve was always game for anything.
I miss his bravery, his sarcastic wit, and his cheerful disposition. I forgive him for ratting me out to Tony Schleef after I dropped the F bomb in Physics class and Mr. Jones thought Tony said it. Son of a gun.
Scott Glover
Well said, Chris. Steve was a good kid. I never heard him complain about cancer or the stuff he had to go through. I remember being in Mrs. Volpini's Home Ec class in middle school and seeing Steve always have magic marker on his face. I thought he must have been absent minded while in class and written on himself like every week. Saleel told me it was because he was getting Chemo. I had nothing even close in my life to relate to that. I never once spoke with him about cancer. We spoke of sports, girls, music, etc. but never once about his illness. I just remember a kid who always would smile and was quick to laugh. Proud to have known him.Debbie DeSantis
I knew Steve for years ... we actually grew up together both going to St. Charles for elementary school and both leaving it for CMS in seventh grade.I remember in fourth grade finding out for the first time that he was "sick." We had no idea what cancer meant in fourth grade. I remember him trying to explain to me what it meant.
He was always so very good natured and was one person that unless he told you, you never would have known he was sick.
I thank God that he lived as long as he did because he definitely made the most out of the time on earth that he had! :-)
Dominic Strollo
Stevie was truly one of the best people you could ever meet. I think I only ever saw him get upset once...and that was in a backyard football game after I knocked him into a tree. He forgave me, that was his nature...never to hold a grudge. He did battle the cancer for many, many years, and did it so valiantly. He wasn't going to let it rule his life and he never did. He never wanted sympathy and accepted his fate. He enjoyed his life and made everyone's life around him that much more enjoyable all the way to the end.I picked up his grass cutting route when he physically could no longer do it. All of his customers adored him, not only as a person, but his work as well...he left me big shoes to fill.
I'll never forget the night that he, Elton and I drove his big yellow car (can't remember what kind it was) right up onto the 16th green at Tippy (the barn hole along the road) and swiping the flag and then the sprinklers came on. He also "coerced" us into a few more "souvenirs" such as street signs and those flashing lights on the orange construction barrels (which are not easy to get off w/ out tools). He never shied away from an adventure.
Elton and I visited him on Halloween at Ohio U. before we transfered there ourselves. Steve and I dressed up as Hanz and Franz from Saturday Night Live...sad costumes, basically just stuffed our sweatshirts, gelled our hair back (yes, when I had hair), and used masking tape to write Hanz and Franz on our backs...but we had fun. That is when he got busted for public urination (see the pics on my page). If I remember, me and Elton actually let him spend the night in the drunk tank...I guess we either thought it was hysterical or just didn't know what to do.
Anyways...never a dull moment with Steve. Just an honest, down to earth, decent person. Fun, easy going...just so many adjectives to describe him...but most of all he is and always will be missed. And although some thought it was inappropriate, Elton was cracking jokes at the funeral...but Steve would have wanted it no other way.