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Father Killed While Trying To Save Sons From Fire Was Devoted HV Dad, Heroic Lineman Father Killed While Trying To Save Sons From Fire Was Devoted HV Dad, Heroic Lineman
Father Killed While Trying To Save Sons From Fire Was Devoted HV Dad, Heroic Lineman Services have been scheduled to honor the life of a Hudson Valley father and dedicated lineman who died while trying to save his sons from a burning home.  Shane Webb Munn, age 50, of Goshen, died on Saturday, May 31, after he rushed back into his burning home on Pulaski Highway in a desperate effort to rescue his two sons, Ryan, 17, and Travis, 12.  All three died as a result of the fire, which was reported around 8:10 p.m. at 876 Pulaski Highway, as previously reported by Daily Voice.  According to New York State Police, Munn had been seen using a weed trimmer outsid…

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by Ben Crnic
News
Charred Building Hit By Car To Be Torn Down In Westchester: Displaced Mom Seeks Help (UPDATE) Charred Building Hit By Car To Be Torn Down In Westchester: Displaced Mom Seeks Help (UPDATE)
Charred Building Hit By Car To Be Torn Down In Westchester: Displaced Mom Seeks Help (Update) A mother displaced by a weekend crash and fire that destroyed her Westchester apartment is now asking for the community’s help as she figures out her next steps.  The resident, who lived in the multi-family home at South Highland Avenue and Lincoln Place in Ossining that was struck by a car and subsequently destroyed by a fire on  Saturday, March 29, said she now faces uncertainty now that the building will be demolished.  In a GoFundMe fundraiser launched to raise donations as she finds a new home, the resident, a single mother with a 10-year-old child a three cats, said she…

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by Ben Crnic
Lifestyle
I Owe The Last 25 Years To My Organ Donors I Owe The Last 25 Years To My Organ Donors
I Owe The Last 25 Years To My Organ Donors All eyes were on me. Blue eyes. Brown eyes. Then, the kind, warm eyes of the school nurse, Mrs. M, who sat next to me and whispered, “You have nothing to worry about. You’ll do great.” It was 1995, and I was about to turn 13 years old. All I wanted was to belong and be just like everyone else, but all I knew was that I was different for two reasons: I was Asian and I was sick. For reasons I couldn’t remember, I had agreed to talk to my classmates about my illness and now I was sitting at the very center of my health class with twenty kids sitting around me waiting. They were all waiting to …

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