Was traveling in Sydney, Australia this month and came across this about someone lost in the Bali Bombing:
JOSH DEEGAN, Adelaide, South Australia
October 31 2002
By Penelope Debelle
All his father and mother wanted was a blond, blue-eyed baby and they
had Josh, their perfect boy. A teacher wrote in a school report that if
there were 20 more like him in every class, a teacher's life would be so
much more bearable.
He trusted life and believed in the Easter Bunny for much too long, and in
Santa Claus. He was an innocent, taking everything on face value and
accepting it for what it was.
He believed everything he heard, or thought he did. He was working once
behind a hotel bar when a dinner went missing, so the kitchen called
through to see if it had turned up, asking if he could look in the bar for a mixed grill. "Is there a Mr
Squirrel in the bar? Looking for Mr Squirrel ..." Josh shouted, as the person on the end of the
phone shrieked with laughter.
Sport and fitness drove him and he would compare calf muscles with his mates, laughing over
who was the fittest. After school he did a degree in the science of human movement at the
University of South Australia and had just bought into a gym where he worked as a physical
He was so good looking he and his friends would laugh at how easy it was for him to attract girls.
With his cheesy grin, blond hair and footballer's body, not much was missing from his life.
"How good is this?" he said, splashing around in the pool in Bali. He expected life to be kind and,
maybe because of that, it was.
He was a believer who once, just before Christmas, had picked up his holiday pay packet and
was having a drink with friends. Later he left his wallet on the bar and, when he remembered,
returned to get it. It was gone and he was flabbergasted that someone had stolen it. "Why would
someone do this on Christmas Eve?" he asked in wonder.
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