Comments on: What Rod Carew taught me…

By: Stem Cells

Stem Cells — Thu, 01 Apr 2010 18:36:21 +0000

Pretty impressive post. I just came across your blog and wanted to say that I have really enjoyed reading your opinions. Any way I’ll be subscribing to your feed and I hope you post again soon.

By: zaugger

zaugger — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 18:44:32 +0000

I, too, would love to contact him. His personal website can be found at rodcarew29.com, but when you send email through the “contact me” button the mail is returned.

An addendum: Years after we saw Rod at the restaurant, Susan and I were living in Dana Point. On a whim we decided to go to an Angels game….believe it or not, “Rod Carew Night.” We had no idea! It was wonderful to be there as the Angels honored Rod and his family. It was shortly thereafter, I think, that he tragically lost his daughter. That loss has more meaning to me now that we have battled cancer as well.

By: Marcia

Marcia — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 14:40:35 +0000

I saw Rod another time….a very sad time. When his daughter was diagnosed with leukemia while I was at the UMn, one of my staff and I did a PR campaign to try to find her a bone marrow donor. It was impossible considering her mixed race – Panamanian and Jewish, and sadly, she died.

The following spring, returning home from a trip to visit you and Susan in CA, I went to buy a magazine at the airport and literally ran into a very exhausted and sad looking Rod Carew. I don’t think he recognized me. In his state he probably wasn’t registering faces and he is so often approached by strangers. I simply said, “Rod, I am so sad about your daughter.” He thanked me and we both retreated. So many years between words. I hope some day to have the chance to tell him how happy he has made me and my boys, and how often we speak of him as part of family lore.

By: Marcia

Marcia — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 14:37:39 +0000

I saw Rod another time….a very sad time. When his daughter was diagnosed with leukemia while I was at the UMn, one of my staff and I did a PR campaign to try to find her a bone marrow donor. It was impossible considered her mixed race – Panamanian and Jewish, and she died.

The following spring, returning hom from a visit to you and Susan in CA, I went to buy a magazine at the airport and literally ran into a very exhausted sad looking Rod Carew. I don’t think he recognized me. In his state he probably wasn’t registering faces and he is so often approached by strangers. I simply said, “Rod, I am so sad about your daughter.” He thanked me and we both retreated. So many years between words. I hope I some day have the chance to tell him how happy he has made me and my boys, and how often we speak of him as part of family lore.

By: Peter

Peter — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 22:53:38 +0000

Pretty cool story. Reminds me of the story that is circulated from time to time about the professor who, on the final exam, has a large part of the exam tied up in the question: “What is the name of the janitor that cleans the building”…

It is easy to be nice and personable to the ‘big’ people in our lives… not so easy to share life with the people under the radar screen…