Marc Santi Football

York Central Hospital Foundation

 The Marc Santi Foundation has been supporting York Central Hospital since 2001. Over the past 7 years contributions in honour of Marc Santi total $89,000 and have helped to purchase medical equipment to better care for patients throughout the Hospital. 

 
Included in the support, is a commitment of $25,000 for the Hospital’s redevelopment and expansion project through the Share the Spirit of Care Campaign. This generous gift has been designated to fund a Critical Care Patient Care Room in the to-be expanded Critical Care Unit. This Patient Room has many features designed for increased patient comfort, privacy and confidentiality – factors that are very important to both patients and their families at a difficult time.
 
 
Critical Care Patient Room Features:
                                               
¨       Patient exposure to natural light and views through large windows which research has shown to be a significant benefit to patients and their recovery process. 
 
¨       Sliding glass doors in front of and between every Patient Room, allowing clear visibility of the patients within the Unit at all times.
 
¨       Designed for increased patient comfort, privacy and confidentiality – factors that are very important to both patients and their families at a difficult time.
 
¨       Designed to allow for complete isolation when required, to ensure infection control
 
¨       Specially wired for the latest information technology. 
 
¨       Specially sized to permit procedures to be performed at the bedside (such as temporary pacemaker insertions). 
 
 
The Marc Santi Foundation has and continues to be an organization that is committed to improving health care for our community in the name of Marc Santi – and for this York Central Hospital and Foundation and most of all our patients are grateful.
 

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