Monday, October 17, 2011
October 17, 2011
Dear Mr. Frank,
There are very few people that I have come across in my lifetime that have made me feel worthy or cared for. I was a 19, an orphan struggling to pay for Capri. I remember our first interview and how you assured me one way or another we would financial aid. You helped me through the entire process. I remember the joy of coming to school every day, just to see you smile, yell at us or perform your creative genius on the floor. Your door was always open for me to come in and shoot the breeze about anything that was going on in my life while having a cigarette with you. I know you took a personal interest in me and my life. I was young, had little guidance and was making all kinds of mistakes. I will never forget the day you asked if you could nickname me “Scotti�, it made me feel special and 27 years later, people still call me it. Not too many people had made me feel special up to that point in my life. I will forever be in your debt for pushing me (because you cared so much) to come back to Capri at night until I was ready for my state exam and get my license after a few years of procrastination. You helped me practice for the test along with other instructors at the school at no charge. You also gave me the assistant to the colorist job at the famous Donald Scott Salon in NYC on Madison Ave, because you knew how I had a passion for color. It was there that I learned how to do foiling from a Hollywood hairdresser. I have spoken to so many other former students of yours who have similar stories of how you helped, encouraged and guided them. You were kind to everyone and your legacy will live on forever. It was an honor and a privilege for me that you were part of my life. I love you Mr. Frank....we all do. See you on the other side; I feel good knowing there is a new special angel watching down on us all.
Love always, Your “Scotti� (aka: Linda Scott)
