David C. Slade
In 1979, on a two day ferry cruise
from Prince Rupert, British Columbia, to Skagway, Alaska, I met
a young lawyer, David Slade. We talked a lot and he told me about his extensive travels through
Central and South America. I invited him to Germany and we travelled
cross country. A friendship was born. One event of that trip
I remember well, and quite obviously it was to follow him through
the rest of his life: eating a pastry outside of a bakery in Bogota,
Columbia, one day in 1975, David felt a tug on his pants and looked
down to see a baby girl, about two years old
|Ever since that day he planned on "doing
something" rather than just talking about it. When I subsequently
visited him in his home in Maryland, he laid out his plan for a charity
foundation. Since he has always resented that a percentage of every
dollar donated to the average organization goes toward "feeding"
a more or less expensive administration, and not the children themselves,
he determined to do something different.
A fantastic piano player, he started giving concerts for charity. He drafted the Trust Indenture of the SladeChild Foundation. But the IRS office in Ogden, Utah didn't like it. A 100% charity won't work. Some part of the contributions had to be taken out to pay for administrative costs.
David has left a deep impression on my life. So I used his silhouette on the cover picture of my Italian book "Storie di Sangue", a book on love, hate and charity.