January 19th, 2011 by Conor

I hung out with Danny quite a bit in high school. I don’t think I have seen him in at least 2 years now. When I think about Danny it makes me want to smile because he is such a good person and all the memories I have had with him are truly funny! I can remember one spring day Sarah Martin and I were hanging out with Danny and we were talking about an upcoming lacrosse match that they had and Sarah and I went to a lot of the matches together to support the team. Danny was all excited about it as usual and he was like “hey!!! why don’t you guys make a sign for me and bring it to the game.” Sarah and I were avid sign makers for our fellow Kennett Eagles sports teams and we were all for it. This sign was one of my favorites and probably the only one that I can still remember to this day. With it being Danny and all we knew we could get creative with it. Once the game started and we got there we were on the sidelines with our sign waving it in the air proud. I’ll never forget the look on Danny’s face when he looked over at us to read it. Kind of a blank stare like WTF…….shortly followed by a “danny smile and laugh.” Our sign read “DANNY T, NUMBER 3, WILL YOU PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME!!” We later made it into a song and to this day it still makes me laugh and brings a smile to my face, hopefully it will do the same when Danny reads this. Danny, I cant wait to reunite one day (hopefully soon) and tell stories about the funny/stupid stuff we did in high school. Thinking about you daily and cant wait till the day we can talk/meet up again! Much love!!!!!!!

-Tara-

January 19th, 2011 by Conor

January 18th, 2011 by Conor

Well everyone, it was an interesting night here on the late shift. Danny is awake a decent amount now but he still can’t mouth words. It’s hard because you can only have a one way conversation for so long. And the communications and questions have to be solved with a head nod or a thumbs up. So, obviously communication is pretty limited.

I started showing off some of the things that have been sent to Danny from around the room. He really liked the snowboarding moose that was sent in from Tara Watt. That lasted the longest I think. He clutched it in his hand for a good 20 minutes. I showed him how fun it could be to have the moose trick his way around his bed. He got quite a kick out of that.

Another favorite was the solar powered flower sent in by our cousin Sarah Allyn. You should have seen his face when we said “Hey Danny, wait till you see the solar powered flower.” His reaction was pretty similar to the one I got last night when I asked him if he wanted to keep the furry foot boots. He looked confused/intrigued/no-freakin’way-where-did-that-come-from-what-aren’t-we-selling-these-and-making-millions. Well maybe not the last one. But who the heck knows.

Which leads me into my next thought. It’s hard to tell what he knows, but he does certainly knows that something is very very wrong. When he looks around the room he looks like he is looking a lot further than the walls. I think he is searching to find the answer as to what the hell ended him up in this horrible condition. He can definitely understand a lot of our questions and even some more of our complex logic. For Example I told him that __________ won the Dew Tour last weekend (Huge snowboard contest), and he immediately gave this look like No way, that is totally impossible. Which, if you knew the name, and the situation, you would reaction pretty spot on. But it was exciting that he was quick to understand that was nearly impossible, but yet it’s not like I said Cookie Monster or something so unbelievable. He was able to quickly know that no way in hell that person was winning the Dew Tour.

Things are looking up for all of us. Down for him. That’s about all I can say. We are all happy to be slowly getting him back, but he has so far to go it’s sort of scary. He is going to get there but it sure is going to take a bit.

Another night down. Time to get some sleep.

Love ya Danny!

~Conor

PS all you that donated last night my computer is having major problems so I didn’t get to add you to the donations list. I will take care of that tomorrow. Thanks for all of your support. Love you all!

January 18th, 2011 by MIchelle

It’s 5:42 AM. The mornings are starting to come quicker now that Danny is more astir. The night shift flies by. Keeping him company is more interactive. Yesterday was a big day for Danny. He had PT and a lot of other things going on to get the ball rolling in the right direction. Ellen said it seemed to be overwhelming, as I’m sure it must have been. It’s hard to imagine being in his shoes. When he wakes up he looks around the room with glazed over eyes with a blank stare I can’t help, but wonder what he’s thinking. I know that he is registering some of the things we say to him. If you talk to him and look him in the eyes you can see emotion. Sometimes it’s in the form of tears and others a faint smile. One of our favorite reactions from Danny is the look he gives when, for example, Conor told him that I’ve been eating three donuts at the continental breakfast after our walk home (not true). It’s priceless.

Smile count today for Danny was three. Two were from the same story, but I’ll take it.

-Michelle

January 18th, 2011 by Conor

The shout outs keep coming in and they are totally awesome. Danny is doing better and better each day but I don’t think he is ready for all this quite yet so that gives us a little more time to build up the album. I’m hoping that we can get 100 shot out pics in the Facebook album before he gets to a point when he can realize what is going on.

Send your pics to 603-496-6621 or donations@dannyisthebomb.com

January 18th, 2011 by Conor

Thanks to Carl Farnum, Carl Iacozili, Matty Burkett, Dan Spofford, and everyone else that showed up at the Red Parka Pub last night. Bobby Blake and company raised $400 for Danny at Open Mic Night. Nice work guys!

January 18th, 2011 by Conor

The whole sweatshirt story invoked some funny memories from when Danny would drop into various Shred residences I lived in, and spend a few nights on the couch.

It all started in Burlington Vermont where I was living in the downtown area and attending college. Danny, being a Burton rider, would often come to the area for events or to stop by the Burton headquarters. In the meantime, we’d party, exchange music, or just lounge. When all was said and done, Danny would leave and I would be enriched not only with good vibes, but new music, shred video’s, and to Danny’s sheer terror…a sick new sweatshirt!

We all know that Danny is the Freshest of Fresh, the Sultan of Swag, the Steeziest…you get it. I mean, the kid started a clothing company in college school called “Fligi” (pronounced Fly-Guy) which was not only repped by 100% of his friends, but also represented a lifestyle…to be that guy who is killing it and looking good doing it. So when he was coming to my neighborhood…game on!

The Tactic: Inflict Confusion upon DCT.

Upon receiving information that DCT would be sweeping through my vicinity for a few days, I would trash my room intentionally (99% of the time it was already trashed unintentionally), as to create an atmosphere of dysfunction as well as to disorientate . This tactic was bulletproof. He would stay, do whatever needed to be done in my neck of the woods, live amongst filth for a few days, and peace. That was the routine.

The Cleanup: Digging for Gold Babay!

Good times ensued, Danny would leave, then BAM! i’d not only clean my room, but find nuggets of swag within the chaos! These said nuggets of swag were most commonly zip up hoodies with vibrant colors that matched only the finest rare tropical birds of the Galapagos…

The Purpose: Now Danny had left hoodies in my Casa twice, once in Burlington, and once in Salt Lake City while he was visiting. And as malicious as my Tactics and Cleanup may seem, rest assured, I never really snuck one under Danny’s belt, Nor would I want to. The best part about this whole operation was the phone call I would receive not 4 hours after Danny had returned home, only to do an inventory on his gear, and realize that his finest Gnar accessory was missing amongst the rubble of my room. “Dude! I think I left my Hoody! You know the turquoise one with magenta infused swirls and a platinum zipper that zips over your head!!!!!” me: “Oh…I know exactly the one…” (sly grin). I’d wait a week and a half then Fed Ex it back.

End Result: People that knew me would see me in the freshest hoody I have ever worn and be like “wow…I didn’t know you had the potential to rise to such Freshness” i’d say “yeah you know” casually, then send the sweatshirt back to Danny, and all these people around me would be like “what just happened?” So there really is no moral and it’s a silly story, but it involves Danny and one of his many innate talents…to be the Flyest Guy I know.

~ Chris Rogers

January 18th, 2011 by Conor

These are pics I took from the sailboat I work on. I haven’t stopped thinking about Danny and your whole family since I heard about what happened. I’m really happy to see that he is making progress – I’m keeping you all in my thoughts! Get shredder, homey!!!!
-Nia

January 18th, 2011 by Conor

Hey guys! Got together with a couple friends from SNHU this weekend,
and we wanted to take a pic to let Danny know we’re rooting for him!
We’re wishing him the best in his recovery and sending a HUGE thanks
to Conor, Michelle, and the rest of Danny’s family. Danny is going to
love all the hard work you guys have put into the website and keeping
everyone updated. He’s a great guy and has so many people supporting
him to prove it.. I don’t even think I know as many people as Danny
has wishing him the best! Thinking of you guys..

Maura

ps.. The pic is me, Miranda, and Ashley 🙂

January 18th, 2011 by Conor

I might not know Danny but from what I’ve read, seen from ST and being a fellow brother of shred.. but for some reason and I
can’t put my finger on it….I feel connected to Danny. His energy is infectious, his demeanor one that everyone wants, and his
skills immaculate (riding and video). I don’t know if i’ll ever get the chance to meet Danny, but I sit here and pray that his
recovery is one that allows Danny to get back to being able to share the love and joy his family and friends and maybe a miracle
to ride again! I will continue to pray for you guys as well as Danny and may God send his love and grace to Danny and all of you
guys! Get Shredder Danny…you’re the bomb!!!!

Joe Gossi -Boise, Idaho