A Tribute to Salvatore F. Aloe

January 2, 2007 was not an ordinary day in my life. I was already scheduled to work only half a day because I had to take my son to a doctors appointment because he was being admitted to the hospital to see where his seizures that had suddenly come about were originating from.

Sal was my Manager but he also was my tub mate and friend. He listened to my stories, NEVER once fronted on me or used anything about ME to get ahead at work. He taught me to work SMARTER and not HARDER. He would answer my phone for me if my Father called too many times in a row and take messages so they KNEW each other. Right before I left that day he said he wanted to talk to me and told me don’t worry about David he would be ok and I said to Sal “he makes me sooo sick but I love him” as I sent Daddy to voicemail. He said “he’s your father” (y’all HEAR him RIGHT) I DID too.

My Father died that night.

When I came back to work weeks later and still too soon Sal grabbed me up and rubbed my shoulders and as I started to weep as I do NOW he closed me out and sent me to the basement to get myself together.

I JUST was thinking about Sal. He was one of the purest human beings that ever walked this earth not because he died but because he LIVED.

I hope you and Daddy find each other in Heaven and KNOW that you BOTH were two stellar men in my life and the impact is felt and will be honored by living in my truth and working smarter not harder. Thanks for the love and the laughter Sally YOU were one of the GOOD guys🕊-Love Jenkins KDJ

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