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In Tribute to Michael A. Marti
26 years old.   Residence: Glendale, N.Y.
Died in World Trade Center

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I only knew you a short while, and only in passing, but the impact of your wonderful character will always stay with me and I'm sure with many others as well. I got to know your mom in the last few years and watched her love for you inspire a great determination to honor you as well as many others from our area. She is a wonderful woman with a smile as bright as yours and a heart of love and kindness.... She recently came to see me get married, which is what finally brought me here, to this site. I was writing out a card to thank her ... for seeing me off in church ... but really I wanted to thank you, also. Knowing her and speaking with her and, yes, even getting our nails done together : ) a few times and making new friends and neighbors because of her is something to be thankful for. I also came to know her in passing on that very same walk home. What a gift to know such wonderful people, even if just in some small way. I lost another friend as well in all this ... someone I knew much longer.... It is a comfort in some ways knowing you are an angel watching over us on earth and in heaven.... I will always honor your life and remember you with a smile.

I remember always walking 78th ave from the 29 bus. As I came home from work, Mike was in front of the garage always doing something to his car. (That's what I remember most.) Most times at first I walked past without a word. Often he always extended a "hello" or "hi, how are ya?"—not just to me, but to anyone who passed. There was always a welcome smile. I admired this in him, as I'm like that myself and spent a lot of time talking to neighbors and giving a smile and spreading some joy. He just had a certain spirit. I got to know him a little better over a few years and thought the world of him. Sometimes I would stop and talk for a minute.... I could come home after all my travels and be frustrated from a bad day at work and then ... Mike would be there. A few inspiring words and a smile, and there would be a spring in my step. He was a very caring person. I'm a big believer in little things making all the difference in the world, and those few little moments each day sometimes made all the difference for me. People would laugh at me if I got stuck for an hour talking to a neighbor as I passed by (mostly they were kind elderly people), and I could tell you most of the time Mike knew who they were. It told me a lot about Mike, how he was the kind of person who cared enough to know. If nothing else, Mike, I'm honored to have known you, honored to have the pleasure of knowing your mother, and honored to say with confidence and strength and faith that YOU MADE A DIFFRENCE IN THIS WORLD!

*** Posted by josephine scelisi-lisanti on 2010-05-07 ***

Happy birthday, Michael.

*** Posted by Kathleen Marti on 2010-02-23 ***

My dearest Michael,

Here I am again, thinking of you. Baby Bobby was christened this past Sunday, February 7th, Super Bowl Sunday. How fitting. Football! I still remember how you and Bobby first met: I was there in the back of SFP talking to a mom and dad and really enjoying their company, and down walked the potential freshman football team. The mom said, "Oh, look! Michael made a friend!" And he did: my son, Bobby. A life-long friend. Someone who was going to be in our lives till the end. 9-11 made that end early, but just know that every christening, every wedding, every communion, every confirmation, and every birthday you are there. Maybe not physically, but you are there in spirit, and we all feel your presence. God bless baby Bobby at his christening, and he blessed us all with your presence. We will keep you with us until eternity.

Love Always,
Carol (Momma) Laino

*** Posted by Carol Laino on 2010-02-13 ***


9/11/01 seems like yesterday. I can't believe it has been eight years. I remember the day you were born and how happy everyone was. I hope you are at peace and watching over your family and friends.

God bless you, 

*** Posted by Kathleen Marti on 2009-09-18 ***

This is the first time I've ever written anything publicly about that fateful day. There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about you. I remember watching the Giants Monday night game in your basement the night before and always look back as the last night I saw you. I wish I could have made us drink more to hopefully have made you not go to work that day. I have pictures of you in my house and carry one in my wallet. I miss you so much and I hope you hear my prayers for you and your family.

I broke down at your memorial when I spoke about you and I can never remember a point in my life where I was so sad. You were like a brother to me and I will always carry that in my heart. Every now and then I cry when I think about you. A few days ago I broke down in tears again when I held Bobby's baby boy for the first time I had a lot of emotion running through me that day and also thought I wish you were with us.

I was going to your burial and Bobby gave me the wrong directions. I went to the cemetery up your block. I regret not going to see your mom and dad after the burial and to this day it has gotten more painful to go over there. I will at some point.

I'll see you again in paradise, my brother. I hope you're at peace and driving your Iroc where you are. I married Colleen, the girl I brought by your house just before I lost you. We are planning a family now and bought a house in Massapequa Long Island. We were married on July 3, 2008 and the wedding party was minus one. The house has an inground pool and I had a deck installed over the summer. I wish you were here to jump in. I have to go now but I'll visit your mom and dad very soon. I've just been very sad and upset to do so. But time helps me and I'll stop in very soon. I miss you everyday and will never forget our friendship. I will keep you in my heart forever and will never forget. Love you always your best friend Kurt

*** Posted by Kurt Amaya on 2009-09-12 ***


Mrs. Laino here, asking you to watch over your friend, Bobby. He will have his first child soon—a boy. Please keep an eye out so that little Bobby will be fine. I sometimes think, "Oh, if Mike were here, there would always be the banter back and forth, the competition with the kids, the car, the home." I know that you would always have been a life-long friend to us all. God bless you in heaven, and just know that we think of you often.

Love you always,
Momma Laino

*** Posted by Carol Laino on 2009-07-14 ***

I never knew Michael, but I offer my condolences to his family and friends.

*** Posted by Lacey Laramie on 2008-09-11 ***

Angel of God, my guardian dear,
to whom God's love commits me here.
Ever this day be at my side
to light and guard and rule and guide.

I know that Michael is in heaven as a guardian angel to all that knew him.

*** Posted by Anonymous on 2008-09-11 ***

Michael, I just want you to know that your parents are truly amazing people. I think the reason they have the strength to get out of bed in the morning is to simply honor your memory and make you proud. I was always extremely impressed at how close you guys were and I know you are watching over them giving them the strength to move on until you meet again.

*** Posted by Anonymous on 2008-09-11 ***

Michael, I have just finished watching the service and praying for you and all the people that were killed. I still think of you and hope you are at peace. Watch over everyone. God Bless. Kathleen

*** Posted by Kathleen M. Marti on 2008-09-11 ***

Sorry that your beautiful life got taken. I will miss you dearly.

*** Posted by Anonymous on 2008-02-27 ***

Dear Michael,

Well, my son Bobby got married the day before your 33rd birthday. I know you, Michael, were on his mind. Of course you would not only have been at the wedding, you would have also been in the bridal party. Losing you, one of his best friends, has taken a toll on us all. But we think of you often, and you will always be in our hearts and on our mind. As I watched this wedding take place, I felt your presence and know you were looking down on Bobby and Kerry, giving your blessing. Happy Birthday, Michael, and some day we will meet in the hereafter.

Love always,
Momma Laino

*** Posted by Carol A. Laino on 2008-02-27 ***

Michael, I think of you throughout the year, but especially on 9/11. I read the tributes to you, especially the one from your friend Cris. What a wonderful friend you were to him! You will never be forgotten. I look at your picture often. God bless you.

*** Posted by Kathleen Marti on 2007-09-19 ***

Michael, you will be remembered always and forever. XOXO

*** Posted by Nicole on 2007-09-11 ***


Although we lost touch after college, I still think of you often some six years later. Your time here ended much too soon.

*** Posted by Liam on 2007-09-11 ***

Hey Michael, Its 5 years now since you were tsken from us. I went to the site yesterday to pray for you and your family. I miss you very much Michael, and think of you daily. You will always be in my family's heart.

Love, Your Brother,

*** Posted by Nicholas Laino on 2006-09-12 ***

Remembering Mike Marti five years later...

by Cris Italia

So it's been five years. I'm still not used to this feeling. The images, the sounds, the smell... when I close my eyes I can feel it all again. More and more though I think about the people that were lost more than my own personal experience. The people I knew personally have become symbols of that day for me. The memories of them are about the only good thing I take from 9/11. Each year I think how are we going to remember them? How am I going to make sure that I never forget what they meant to me?

I think of my friend Mike Marti the most. Although our time together was never as frequent as I would have liked, the time we did spend together was life changing. I'll never forget the feeling of coming home after spending days at ground zero to find out he was gone. It was a whole new reality for me. Being there through the attacks and again through days of recovery, it was even more shocking to learn of his death.

Mike worked for Cantor Fitzgerald on the 104th floor. He was a bond trader and a few years into what had become a bright and successful career. I always thought Mike was pretty remarkable because he never showed you how difficult anything was. From school, to college, to career it was as if everything came simple to him. Even if it was hard he never showed it. He was about having fun, living life to the fullest and making the most of the time he had with his parents, friends, family and girls.

Mike was good with woman. To us he was the go to man for whenever we needed some advice. No matter how awkward, his advice always seemed to be the right advice. Even in life matters his advice always seemed to be on target. I never tell anyone about the private conversations we had, but I think now five years after his death it is only appropriate to reveal just a bit of what he meant to me.

I met Mike working in a supermarket in Maspeth, Queens. My mid-teen years were pretty rough ones. I suffered from depression most of my life, mostly because of a bad childhood and since I wasn't into heavy drinking and getting high most of my days were filled with sad thoughts and ways to get away from the very things that were bringing me down. I never thought a job at a supermarket would be so therapeutic. It was my friends Dave and Brent that got me through and my "sessions" with Mike Marti during and after work.

I'm not sure if it was because my story was written all over my face or if Mike just saw something in me that no one else did. He'd pry a little each day. Eventually just asking straight out, what's up, what's wrong? I remember thinking he's the first person to ask me. The first person to ever really ask me what was wrong and actually wanting to know. I gave a little every day. Telling him pretty much my life story. Every time we'd talk he'd just listen and then one day he started talking back.

Mike would go on to tell me about some things that bothered him, things that weighed on his mind that he knew he would need to get over. Mike would tell me how all that didn't matter and that it was ok to live. These were his words: "Some of that junk I'll never get past because it's too irritating to me. I'll know it will always be there, but for it to take control of what I want to do, no way. This is our life, whether anyone believes in you or not, you need to believe in you and you need to make the most of it, not for anyone else, but for yourself. The minute you give into someone's idea of you, perception or whatever, you lose. You lost your life man. You're 15 and you already lost your life and that's some silly stupidness. But you can find it. You can grab it and take it back and make it yours again."

Mike's words have never left me. I had never told anyone about those words, about our conversations, but I always find myself passing along his advice. Every so often he'd ask me again how I was? Not if I was tired, if I was sick or if I was bored. He was asking me if I was taking my life back and there was this sudden feeling in me that someone was keeping tabs. That I had to make sure to do the things that Mike was telling me so that I wouldn't let those talks go to waste. Things would turn around for me and I always look back at those words as encouragement. It was the first time I realized that other people do care. It was the first time I realized that I didn't hate life and everything I had been down about was on me. I could turn it around. I'm pretty sure now that Mike saw something, maybe something others couldn't see and what he was able to accomplish with our talks was inject a little bit of his reality into mine.

Mike was gifted that way. He'd take the guys that weren't the most popular, the people that weren't "the popular kids" and made them his friends. I always compared Mike to a point guard on a basketball team, because he always took control and made anyone around him better. I don't know anyone that hated him. I can sit here and write with confidence that Mike made people better. He made people feel better about themselves and about their lives. Whether it was with his words or with his actions Mike always took the pressure off of everyone else.

Even years later with our paths going different ways, whenever Mike saw me he'd ask, are you okay? And I'd say, "Yeah, I'm living my life. It's mine. It's mine." He'd give me a smile from ear to ear and we had this understanding. My biggest regret is never really telling him years later what a difference he made. How I owe part of turning my life around to him. When he died I became real close with his mom, mostly because I felt that this was the way I could give back. This was a way for me to say thank you.

The months after 9/11 were a brutal struggle for me. I spoke little to anyone about anything. For the most part I was a zombie. I stopped talking to people in my family. I had little contact with friends. I'd pretty much spend every night lying awake in bed thinking about it all. I thought mostly about ground zero. The mounds and mounds of debris, destruction and the ashes of people we lost. I think about the volunteer EMTs I worked with. Middle Village Volunteer Ambulance Corp. will forever be engrained in my mind. They are some of the bravest people I have ever known. We spent days upon days during the recovery effort and I will be forever indebted to their generosity and kindness since 9/11. I'll always say that a part of me died that day. Even five years later I still say that. It did. A part of me did die and I'll never get that back. I'll never be the same because five years later I'm still looking for closure and I don't see any in sight.

It took me a long time before I snapped out of it. It wasn't till a year later when I went back to ground zero with Mike's family and friends that I knew I had to get on with my life. Living like a hermit wasn't the way Mike would have wanted it. It wasn't the way Mike would have lived his life. He would have told me to get my life back. And that's what I did. The best that I could, I got my life back. I'm living my life for myself, and making the most of it as if he was still here keeping tabs.

I won't lie. Most of my nights are filled with thoughts of 9/11. Most nights it's the last thought on my mind as I battle with my thoughts to go to sleep and when I wake up it hits me like a ton of bricks. I fight not to cry, take a deep breath and convince myself it didn't just happen and that its actually five years later.

*** Posted by Cris Italia on 2006-09-11 ***

Hey big guy we miss you so much.There is so much to tell you ,but maybe you alredy know.Thank you for taking care of mom and dad and giving them strenth to get out of bed in the morning,thanks for protecting us all and we feel you in our hearts all the time.Put in a good word for all of us and call if you need anything(you know what I mean)

*** Posted by Big Cousin on 2006-06-06 ***

HI Mike,
Think of you often, today especialy because I just heard on the news that in a few days our ports NY Habour is going to be taken over by a foreign company. An Arab Company, I find this very upsetting did they forget about 911 about you and all the thousands of people who where murdered on that terrible day. Our ports should be keep by an American based Company this is not about money but safety, about taking the deaths of our loved ones serious. I hope Mike that you and all the thousands look over us and protect us from harms way cause someone has to. You 31st Birthday is next week. Happy Birthday wish you were here so we could all celebrate together. Love you always.

*** Posted by Michael Marti on 2006-02-19 ***

Hey Mike I know your up in the heavens lookin down and watchin over us all, as you can see not a day goes by that your not on my mind as well as the minds of everyone that youve ever come in contact with. I miss you so much. You are an everlasting image and unforgettable figure that will newver leave my heart. Keep looking over us and be sure to greet us at the pearly gates when that day comes. Til the day we meet again. Love Timmy

*** Posted by Timothy Markowitz on 2006-01-23 ***

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