Monday, November 23, 2009

Universal Bridge Builder Ray Fuljenz

Guest Post By: Miguel
Mike Fuljenz is a universal coin expert. His father, Ray Fuljenz, was a trial lawyer who tried universal lawsuits but never a universal coin lawsuit.
Ray, a World War II veteran, devoted much of his free time to coin collecting, his family and community service in the Lake Charles, Louisiana area. He was President of his local school’s Parent Teacher Organization and was President of the Lion’s Club where he led a program to improve research for diseases of the eyes.
He fostered a camp for children with serious physical disabilities and worked closely with boy’s homes.
He was a member of the environmental group C.L.E.A.N., devoting many pro bono hours to strengthening state laws to improve the environment.
For many years he served as counsel to the Calcasieu Parish Juvenile Office, serving as a juvenile prosecutor. Fellow attorneys commented “Ray had a special knack in dealing with problems of children and in recognizing the needs of young offenders who ran afoul of the law.”
He volunteered many hours to his church and church related organizations like Our Lady Queen of Heaven Catholic Church’s Knights of Columbus.
Trying to best describe Ray Fuljenz’s life of service, the poem The Bridge Builder by William Allen Dromgoole was read at his memorial.

The Bridge Builder
An Old Man, going a lone highway,
Came at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast and deep and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim-
That sullen stream had no fears for him;
But he turned, when he reached the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.

“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near,
“You are wasting strength in building here.
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again must pass this way,
You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide,
Why build you the bridge at the eventide?”

The builder lifted his old gray head.
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There followeth after me today
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.
He, to, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building the bridge for him.”
-Will Allen Dromgoole

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