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Welcome to the Marc Santi Foundation Website.
 
The Marc Santi Foundation was created to keep the legacy of Marc alive as a result of his tragic death. Family and friends grew strength and inspiration from Marc and in order to continue his life long dedication to helping, giving and caring The Marc Santi Foundation was established. The Foundation through several fund raisers has raised over $160,000 to donate to charities that had a positive impact on Marc's life. Marc always wanted to help many and all. If he wasn’t helping a younger student at St.Michael's (where Marc attended secondary school and was student council President) or volunteering at "Out of the Cold" a sheter for the homeless, Marc always seemed to be present to lend a helping hand. 
This is the cornerstone of the Marc Santi Foundation. Every year we strive to help many worthwhile charities such as The Sunnybrook Foundation, The York Central Hospital Foundation, Leukemia Research, The Schizophrenia Society, and V.O.I.C.E for hearing impared children just to name a few. We also reach our helping hands  to individuals by awarding an annual entry and exit scholarship to a St. Michael's School student, as well as individual families in our community when faced with tragedy.

Once in a lifetime, we will meet a hero.

I know this both through the accounts of historians and, of late, thanks to my own meandering experience.

To me, a hero is a man or woman who stares eye-deep at the adversary who utters threats on the breath of mortal certainty, yet stands fast.

I have seen that a hero inscribes the story of his life using the ink of courage; a courage that accepts the blind dealings of the mighty hand of fate with a poise and certainty that belies reason.

These heroes I speak of acknowledge that a life is but a vast compilation of fluid moments; moments that are far too precious to differ to procrastination or complacency.

And yet, the heroes of today are not clad in shining armour, nor do they

lead the cavalry charge, nor do they head a nation.

They instead, wear a revered double-blue, and they charge not into battle, but

into defensive lines, and they lead not nations, but student governments.

However, these do not make a hero.

The man I speak of is made a hero by way of the indelible mark of justice

that he imbued on the hearts of so many.

He loved, and was loved.

He gave.

He gave to the bitter, heart-wrenching end.

Where the average man folded under the strain of self-preservation, this man gave.

And the greatest act of charity is conducted when one can no longer determine who is the needier: the giver or the taker.

This was the case with the hero that I knew.

The man I knew refused to live in comfort's lap.

He refused the satisfaction that comes from the compromise of mediocrity.

He refused to take for granted the honey-sweet taste of daily life; and even when his cup was bittered,he denied himself the grimace of complaint that so many average people contort their faces into when presented with an undesired hand of life.

He refused to fall back onto the adage of the not-so-blessed: life is not fair.

Perhaps this is true.

But the hero I knew showed the world around him that life, however, is not unfair.

It is indifferent.

And though he drew the shortest straw of all, he did not falter.

He stood fast.

This man I knew was Marc Santi.

He died on Easter Morning.

He donated his heart.

He was 18 years old.

He was my friend.

So let us say that we have known a hero, lest we say that Marc has died in vain.

 

 

The Hero I Knew - Written By Michael Lista