February 24, 2005
Ms. Robin Moll
Vice President of Institutional Advancement
610 King of Prussia Road
Radnor, PA 19087
Dear Ms. Moll,
My son is named John. He is a kind, happy, intelligent person. He
is outgoing, and magnetic. People love to be around him. At four, he
already understands loyalty and the value of work. He is empathetic
and tolerant. He is active and sometimes a little loud. He watches
things first and then masters them. He loves to teach others what he
He is like his namesake in many ways.
John Dzik embodies all that Cabrini College was built to teach
its students. He is a leader. He is a mentor. He is thoughtful. He
is articulate. He is passionate. He is caring. He is the kind of man
that people should name their kids after.
I will admit that I am biased. I love John. I told him that for
the first time a few weeks ago as I saw tears glistening in his eyes
after yet another Cabrini win. It was late in the evening and the
gym was almost empty. He had talked to his players, still teaching,
even after a win. He had greeted parents and friends and alumni. He
had given a gracious interview to the student reporter covering the
game. He still had time to stop and ask about my children. He still
had time to thank me for driving over in the cold. He has handled
this situation with grace. I have known John for 16 years. I have
never been prouder of him than I was in the last few months.
Many of my happiest memories involve John and Cabrini. I was
there for a few hundred of the wins and too many of the losses. I
have seen him give a thousand pep talks and interviews; we have
eaten countless late night dinners after games, practices or
scouting assignments. We cut the nets down in the old gym in Grace
Hall and we won in every corner of this country. He taught all of us
associated with the team to wear the Cabrini name as often as
possible and I have never been as proud to do so as when I was
coaching with him.
John has always told his players that the alumni were the core of
our program. He made sure to introduce us to his current players and
often let us speak in the locker room and in practice. John wanted
the players to hear what we were doing and how much we valued our
degrees. He asked us to come back and he wanted them to see us at
games with our families. He wanted them to see us cheering for them
and remembering how happy we were at that age. He brought everyone
together twice a year and I never saw him happier than he was with
all of his players, young and aging, around him.
Everyone has lost in this episode. I am sure John Dzik will coach
again, though his sadness and pain are evident. The young men who
came to Cabrini to play for him will be deprived of his guidance.
Cabrini has lost an embodiment of its mission and the support of
hundreds if not thousands of alums. My children, however, have
forever lost something they love – seeing their friend John coach
I wish I could do something to give that back to them.
Class of 1992
cc: Dr. Antoinette Iadarola
Dr. Christine Lysionek
Ms. Leslie Danehy