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I knew Andy fairly well growing up, as we played hockey together for many years. Andy was a kind and gentle soul, who was consistently focused on putting others far above himself. I can recall several times where Andy leaped at the opportunity to assist and serve the new kids at the rink. He was a true team player. To me, above all, was his smile. He had this contagious, joy-radiating smile that could penetrate the worst of moods. He was the human embodiment of the Fruits of the Spirit, referred to in the Bible. Tragically, at the mere age of fifteen, Andy developed a rare form of stomach cancer. However, Andy was not about to let something as trivial as cancer stop him. Andy was a fighter. He was brave and courageous and was not one to succumb to his circumstances. In spite of his situation, mood, or even his health, he always had on that beaming smile, ear-to-ear, ready to spread his joy. Because of this, he left his mark on just about everyone he met. This could be seen at his memorial service. Even though it was on a Friday night, a large mass of people showed up. The line weaved in and around the entire building, to the point where some were outside. Hundreds of people: men, women, children, teachers, students, teammates, they all came just to see Andy’s face one last time. From Andy, I learned that a simple smile can brighten someone’s day. I learned the power of selflessness and