Danny and I played the violin together for many years. He was my first crush, and I remember we used to tease each other at Portola when Mrs. Brown wasn't looking. We would throw “cornnuts” at each other, stab each other with our bows, and I remember how we would start giggling and lose control while in the middle of serious sonata. Danny inspired me when times were tough at Portola and Birmingham. He had an infectious laugh and a great sense of humor. Today he still inspires me along with his parents Ruth and Judea Pearl. Danny's Death has changed my life in many ways. I visit his grave site once a year on his birthday and play my violin for him. I know he would be proud of all of his classmates if we carried on his legacy; if he made a difference in all our lives and even changed the world. Danny wanted to understand why people judged, hated, murdered, and expose the answers to the world. His death, with the tremendous work of his parents and family, friends and co-workers have in a way have finally brought awareness to the surface around the world. "We speak so many languages, have different clothing, are different colors, have different names. But different is only dangerous when we forget that in the heart we're all the same" You will always be remembered by The class of 1978 and everyone you touched in your life.
Yeah, what a f...... world. Daniel was a nice guy at Portola. I am sure he was an awsome daddy. If anything, his horrible death showed the world the savageness of some radical followers of allah.
Danny was the very best of what our little Portola community, or any community, could hope to send into the wider world. Heed the request of his fellow Danny, Danny Gill, and take a minute if you can to visit the Daniel Pearl Foundation website at www.danielpearl.org.
Stacey knows this story and if Craig Sherman sees this it involves him as well.
I had not seen Danny since junior high school I am sure. However, you sometimes get these messages not to forget people from your past...here is a big one.
A few years ago (2003) I needed to rent a place while building my house in Venice. I wanted to be nearby, so I looked at a lot of places and on the way to a party stopped at this little cottage nearby.
The woman who owned it, asked me if I was related to Danny as we had the same last name. I said what I usually say, "we went to junior high school together, really liked him, but no, not related and I had not seen him since he was Danny - in junior high."
She showed me the place and then said, come here I want to show you this something. She was from Russia, probably 4-5 years older than us. She went into her small studio cottage and had one little curio cabinet with all of her memories.
Inside, she had two little pictures. Now, I had seen the pictures from the papers of a grown up adult Daniel Pearl and that allowed me to somehow separate him from the kid I knew years earlier and really not have the same feeling at losing someone I used to know.
She pulled out Craig Sherman's picture - those little ones you get in junior high and high school as part of the yearly school picture packet. Craig had written on his. She asked if I knew this person, I said, "yes, Craig Sherman." Where did you get that? She then pulled out Daniel's picture - same era - with a message.
She said in her slight Russian accent - "Danny and Craig were exchange students in high school with my family and I later moved to the U.S." Seeing that picture was somehow telling me it is not okay to separate past parts of your life from the present. There is a connectivity that somehow caused a person from Russia, now living in the U.S. around the corner from me to connect a childhood friend with the present through the obvious events.
Craig, also if you want to re-connect with this woman I think I can point you in that direction.
Danny, peace, you are always remembered and made such an impression in life. In memory, Gary Pearl
I played violin with Danny in Mrs. Brown's orchestra class. While we were not close I remember Danny as being a great guy and a talented musician. Since I moved from the valley after graduation I lost track of everyone. When the the news of his brutal murder I did't realize it was the same kid I shared bow resin with and the "break the ice" look Mrs. Brown gave us to loosen us up before competitions or performances. God Bless Danny & his family.
Although I didn't know Daniel well, we literally were neighbors and rode the same bus for many years. I will always remember the day that I learne of this tragady.I was on the phone with my husband's best friend Jerry, and I look at the TV and say his name then his face. My heart felt into my stomach and I literally hung up the phone without saying good bye. I sat on the floor and felt sick to my stomach. I called my husband in disbelif and then my parents since they live a few doors down. Then a few years ago I saw the movie and I can't explain the feelings. My body felt like I was watching a movie but my heart told me this was so much more then a movie. This was real life and this was a man I have know of since I was very young. We went the memorial at the Skirball and still I couldn't fathem this. My thoughts and life prayers go out to Daniels wife and children and of course his parents and sister. Daniel, may the music continue to play on.
Julie Gillin
Danny and I played the violin together for many years. He was my first crush, and I remember we used to tease each other at Portola when Mrs. Brown wasn't looking. We would throw “cornnuts” at each other, stab each other with our bows, and I remember how we would start giggling and lose control while in the middle of serious sonata. Danny inspired me when times were tough at Portola and Birmingham. He had an infectious laugh and a great sense of humor. Today he still inspires me along with his parents Ruth and Judea Pearl. Danny's Death has changed my life in many ways. I visit his grave site once a year on his birthday and play my violin for him. I know he would be proud of all of his classmates if we carried on his legacy; if he made a difference in all our lives and even changed the world. Danny wanted to understand why people judged, hated, murdered, and expose the answers to the world. His death, with the tremendous work of his parents and family, friends and co-workers have in a way have finally brought awareness to the surface around the world. "We speak so many languages, have different clothing, are different colors, have different names. But different is only dangerous when we forget that in the heart we're all the same" You will always be remembered by The class of 1978 and everyone you touched in your life.
Carlos Martinez
Yeah, what a f...... world. Daniel was a nice guy at Portola. I am sure he was an awsome daddy. If anything, his horrible death showed the world the savageness of some radical followers of allah.Descansa en paz, amigo.
Carlos M.
Jay Kogen
I miss the guy.Danny Gill
yeah. Me too.Carol Schwartz (Kahn)
We'll always miss him and keep him close in our hearts.Leon Dayan
Danny was the very best of what our little Portola community, or any community, could hope to send into the wider world. Heed the request of his fellow Danny, Danny Gill, and take a minute if you can to visit the Daniel Pearl Foundation website at www.danielpearl.org.Gary Pearl
Stacey knows this story and if Craig Sherman sees this it involves him as well.I had not seen Danny since junior high school I am sure. However, you sometimes get these messages not to forget people from your past...here is a big one.
A few years ago (2003) I needed to rent a place while building my house in Venice. I wanted to be nearby, so I looked at a lot of places and on the way to a party stopped at this little cottage nearby.
The woman who owned it, asked me if I was related to Danny as we had the same last name. I said what I usually say, "we went to junior high school together, really liked him, but no, not related and I had not seen him since he was Danny - in junior high."
She showed me the place and then said, come here I want to show you this something. She was from Russia, probably 4-5 years older than us. She went into her small studio cottage and had one little curio cabinet with all of her memories.
Inside, she had two little pictures. Now, I had seen the pictures from the papers of a grown up adult Daniel Pearl and that allowed me to somehow separate him from the kid I knew years earlier and really not have the same feeling at losing someone I used to know.
She pulled out Craig Sherman's picture - those little ones you get in junior high and high school as part of the yearly school picture packet. Craig had written on his. She asked if I knew this person, I said, "yes, Craig Sherman." Where did you get that? She then pulled out Daniel's picture - same era - with a message.
She said in her slight Russian accent - "Danny and Craig were exchange students in high school with my family and I later moved to the U.S." Seeing that picture was somehow telling me it is not okay to separate past parts of your life from the present. There is a connectivity that somehow caused a person from Russia, now living in the U.S. around the corner from me to connect a childhood friend with the present through the obvious events.
Craig, also if you want to re-connect with this woman I think I can point you in that direction.
Danny, peace, you are always remembered and made such an impression in life. In memory, Gary Pearl
Michael Chew
I played violin with Danny in Mrs. Brown's orchestra class. While we were not close I remember Danny as being a great guy and a talented musician. Since I moved from the valley after graduation I lost track of everyone. When the the news of his brutal murder I did't realize it was the same kid I shared bow resin with and the "break the ice" look Mrs. Brown gave us to loosen us up before competitions or performances. God Bless Danny & his family.Treci Maxwell (Horowitz)
Although I didn't know Daniel well, we literally were neighbors and rode the same bus for many years. I will always remember the day that I learne of this tragady.I was on the phone with my husband's best friend Jerry, and I look at the TV and say his name then his face. My heart felt into my stomach and I literally hung up the phone without saying good bye. I sat on the floor and felt sick to my stomach. I called my husband in disbelif and then my parents since they live a few doors down. Then a few years ago I saw the movie and I can't explain the feelings. My body felt like I was watching a movie but my heart told me this was so much more then a movie. This was real life and this was a man I have know of since I was very young. We went the memorial at the Skirball and still I couldn't fathem this. My thoughts and life prayers go out to Daniels wife and children and of course his parents and sister. Daniel, may the music continue to play on.Richard Brassner
i would love to give your family Justice!Sleep weel my ole PE buddy!
Rich Brazz