Dennis Joseph McCarthy
AKA:'Dennis The Menace'
11/9/54 - 6/29/08
Born Schenectady NY
Father of 4: Heather, Ruth, Marielena and Benjamin Franklin
Grandfather of 2: Elijah and Joaquin
Friend to many
Dennis Joseph McCarthy, the first of six children to James and Patricia McCarthy, was born in upstate New York. Born the first to everyone, first child, grandchild, nephew and on top of it the first boy.
Soon after came Kathleen, Anne, Gerry, Joseph then Patrick. His father left them all at a
young age and Dennis stepped up to the role. His first job was a newspaper delivery boy at 10 years old, which he was still so proud of.
Because of that job and the others that followed he was able to help out his single mother and siblings. Their mom with a heart of gold volunteered her time for their church. With no financial help from her husband she couldn't afford necessities for her children.
Dennis had taken it upon himself to supply and provide everything for his family. He made sure that holidays especially Christmas were made special for them. Every year he made Christmas miraculous and always stayed anonymous. He was the wonderful "Santa Clause" that provided them with amazing Christmas memories. Being the oldest he was also someone that they all looked up to and admired.
At the age of seventeen, he decided to enlist in the army. During the prime of the war he and a few friends willing signed up to do what they could do for their country. There he discovered a new passion, skydiving. So obviously he became a paratrooper. But his army career fell short at only three years after a tragic car accident, leaving half his ear behind and back pain that lasted his whole life.
He hitchhiked out to where he would call home permanently, California. There he got a job as a cross country trucker. Dennis' first sales job was selling bumpers out of his Chevy Luv pickup truck. More doors opened and he started selling tow trucks.
Years later and three out of four children born,he wanted more for his family so he decided to move to the Mountain town of Ramona near San Diego.
In 1979 Dennis started selling Weld Built tow trucks. He was a fixture in the Southern California market for over 30 years.Over the years he worked for a few other tow truck distributors until he joined Miller Industries as a sales manager for California.
In 2005 he left the industry for 2 years. He then came back into the industry as a salesperson for Competition Wheelift in Rancho Dominquez, Ca.
Dennis went through a lot of personal hardship primarily due to a drinking problem. In the last couple of years he tried hard to turn that around and restore relations with others who were affected.
It was healing to many of us to see the qualities of greater love, generosity, and unselfishness return which we admired and esteemed in him.
Dennis had a big heart and a big presence. He often flowed with positive energy and had a noticeable bounce in his step. His children were his pride and joy.
Dennis recently rededicated his life to Jesus and made many positive changes in his life. We know he is now at peace.
The tow operator stood and faced his Maker, which must always come to air.
He hoped his chains were left behind and he hadn't brought them on to bare.
"Step forward now, wrecker driver how shall I deal with you?"
Have you always rendered aid? To your Maker, have you been true?
The tower, with dirt on his hands, said "No sir, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who drive wreckers can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays and at times my talk was rough,
and sometimes I've taken people cars, because life is just that tough.
But I never took a penny, that wasn't mine to keep.
Though I logged a lot of hours when the bills just got too deep.
And I never passed by a cry for help though at times I had little to gain,
and sometimes, please forgive me, I could do little more than feel their pain.
I know I don't deserve a place among the people here.
They only wanted me around in their worst of moments there.
But if you have a place for me here, well...it need not be too grand.
I never expected or had too much so if you don't...I'll understand."
There was silence all around the room where the saints respectfully stood.
As the tow operator waited quietly, for the judgment...bad or good.
"Step forward now, wrecker driver, you've borne your burdens well.
Come tow on heaven streets, You've done your time in hell."
AKA:'Dennis The Menace'
11/9/54 - 6/29/08
Born Schenectady NY
Father of 4: Heather, Ruth, Marielena and Benjamin Franklin
Grandfather of 2: Elijah and Joaquin
Friend to many
Dennis Joseph McCarthy, the first of six children to James and Patricia McCarthy, was born in upstate New York. Born the first to everyone, first child, grandchild, nephew and on top of it the first boy.
Soon after came Kathleen, Anne, Gerry, Joseph then Patrick. His father left them all at a
young age and Dennis stepped up to the role. His first job was a newspaper delivery boy at 10 years old, which he was still so proud of.
Because of that job and the others that followed he was able to help out his single mother and siblings. Their mom with a heart of gold volunteered her time for their church. With no financial help from her husband she couldn't afford necessities for her children.
Dennis had taken it upon himself to supply and provide everything for his family. He made sure that holidays especially Christmas were made special for them. Every year he made Christmas miraculous and always stayed anonymous. He was the wonderful "Santa Clause" that provided them with amazing Christmas memories. Being the oldest he was also someone that they all looked up to and admired.
At the age of seventeen, he decided to enlist in the army. During the prime of the war he and a few friends willing signed up to do what they could do for their country. There he discovered a new passion, skydiving. So obviously he became a paratrooper. But his army career fell short at only three years after a tragic car accident, leaving half his ear behind and back pain that lasted his whole life.
He hitchhiked out to where he would call home permanently, California. There he got a job as a cross country trucker. Dennis' first sales job was selling bumpers out of his Chevy Luv pickup truck. More doors opened and he started selling tow trucks.
Years later and three out of four children born,he wanted more for his family so he decided to move to the Mountain town of Ramona near San Diego.
In 1979 Dennis started selling Weld Built tow trucks. He was a fixture in the Southern California market for over 30 years.Over the years he worked for a few other tow truck distributors until he joined Miller Industries as a sales manager for California.
In 2005 he left the industry for 2 years. He then came back into the industry as a salesperson for Competition Wheelift in Rancho Dominquez, Ca.
Dennis went through a lot of personal hardship primarily due to a drinking problem. In the last couple of years he tried hard to turn that around and restore relations with others who were affected.
It was healing to many of us to see the qualities of greater love, generosity, and unselfishness return which we admired and esteemed in him.
Dennis had a big heart and a big presence. He often flowed with positive energy and had a noticeable bounce in his step. His children were his pride and joy.
Dennis recently rededicated his life to Jesus and made many positive changes in his life. We know he is now at peace.
The tow operator stood and faced his Maker, which must always come to air.
He hoped his chains were left behind and he hadn't brought them on to bare.
"Step forward now, wrecker driver how shall I deal with you?"
Have you always rendered aid? To your Maker, have you been true?
The tower, with dirt on his hands, said "No sir, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who drive wreckers can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays and at times my talk was rough,
and sometimes I've taken people cars, because life is just that tough.
But I never took a penny, that wasn't mine to keep.
Though I logged a lot of hours when the bills just got too deep.
And I never passed by a cry for help though at times I had little to gain,
and sometimes, please forgive me, I could do little more than feel their pain.
I know I don't deserve a place among the people here.
They only wanted me around in their worst of moments there.
But if you have a place for me here, well...it need not be too grand.
I never expected or had too much so if you don't...I'll understand."
There was silence all around the room where the saints respectfully stood.
As the tow operator waited quietly, for the judgment...bad or good.
"Step forward now, wrecker driver, you've borne your burdens well.
Come tow on heaven streets, You've done your time in hell."
Dennis Joseph McCarthy
AKA:'Dennis The Menace'
11/9/54 - 6/29/08
Born Schenectady NY
Father of 4: Heather, Ruth, Marielena and Benjamin Franklin
Grandfather of 2: Elijah and Joaquin
Friend to many
Dennis Joseph McCarthy, the first of six children to James and Patricia McCarthy, was born in upstate New York. Born the first to everyone, first child, grandchild, nephew and on top of it the first boy.
Soon after came Kathleen, Anne, Gerry, Joseph then Patrick. His father left them all at a
young age and Dennis stepped up to the role. His first job was a newspaper delivery boy at 10 years old, which he was still so proud of.
Because of that job and the others that followed he was able to help out his single mother and siblings. Their mom with a heart of gold volunteered her time for their church. With no financial help from her husband she couldn't afford necessities for her children.
Dennis had taken it upon himself to supply and provide everything for his family. He made sure that holidays especially Christmas were made special for them. Every year he made Christmas miraculous and always stayed anonymous. He was the wonderful "Santa Clause" that provided them with amazing Christmas memories. Being the oldest he was also someone that they all looked up to and admired.
At the age of seventeen, he decided to enlist in the army. During the prime of the war he and a few friends willing signed up to do what they could do for their country. There he discovered a new passion, skydiving. So obviously he became a paratrooper. But his army career fell short at only three years after a tragic car accident, leaving half his ear behind and back pain that lasted his whole life.
He hitchhiked out to where he would call home permanently, California. There he got a job as a cross country trucker. Dennis' first sales job was selling bumpers out of his Chevy Luv pickup truck. More doors opened and he started selling tow trucks.
Years later and three out of four children born,he wanted more for his family so he decided to move to the Mountain town of Ramona near San Diego.
In 1979 Dennis started selling Weld Built tow trucks. He was a fixture in the Southern California market for over 30 years.Over the years he worked for a few other tow truck distributors until he joined Miller Industries as a sales manager for California.
In 2005 he left the industry for 2 years. He then came back into the industry as a salesperson for Competition Wheelift in Rancho Dominquez, Ca.
Dennis went through a lot of personal hardship primarily due to a drinking problem. In the last couple of years he tried hard to turn that around and restore relations with others who were affected.
It was healing to many of us to see the qualities of greater love, generosity, and unselfishness return which we admired and esteemed in him.
Dennis had a big heart and a big presence. He often flowed with positive energy and had a noticeable bounce in his step. His children were his pride and joy.
Dennis recently rededicated his life to Jesus and made many positive changes in his life. We know he is now at peace.
The tow operator stood and faced his Maker, which must always come to air.
He hoped his chains were left behind and he hadn't brought them on to bare.
"Step forward now, wrecker driver how shall I deal with you?"
Have you always rendered aid? To your Maker, have you been true?
The tower, with dirt on his hands, said "No sir, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who drive wreckers can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays and at times my talk was rough,
and sometimes I've taken people cars, because life is just that tough.
But I never took a penny, that wasn't mine to keep.
Though I logged a lot of hours when the bills just got too deep.
And I never passed by a cry for help though at times I had little to gain,
and sometimes, please forgive me, I could do little more than feel their pain.
I know I don't deserve a place among the people here.
They only wanted me around in their worst of moments there.
But if you have a place for me here, well...it need not be too grand.
I never expected or had too much so if you don't...I'll understand."
There was silence all around the room where the saints respectfully stood.
As the tow operator waited quietly, for the judgment...bad or good.
"Step forward now, wrecker driver, you've borne your burdens well.
Come tow on heaven streets, You've done your time in hell."
AKA:'Dennis The Menace'
11/9/54 - 6/29/08
Born Schenectady NY
Father of 4: Heather, Ruth, Marielena and Benjamin Franklin
Grandfather of 2: Elijah and Joaquin
Friend to many
Dennis Joseph McCarthy, the first of six children to James and Patricia McCarthy, was born in upstate New York. Born the first to everyone, first child, grandchild, nephew and on top of it the first boy.
Soon after came Kathleen, Anne, Gerry, Joseph then Patrick. His father left them all at a
young age and Dennis stepped up to the role. His first job was a newspaper delivery boy at 10 years old, which he was still so proud of.
Because of that job and the others that followed he was able to help out his single mother and siblings. Their mom with a heart of gold volunteered her time for their church. With no financial help from her husband she couldn't afford necessities for her children.
Dennis had taken it upon himself to supply and provide everything for his family. He made sure that holidays especially Christmas were made special for them. Every year he made Christmas miraculous and always stayed anonymous. He was the wonderful "Santa Clause" that provided them with amazing Christmas memories. Being the oldest he was also someone that they all looked up to and admired.
At the age of seventeen, he decided to enlist in the army. During the prime of the war he and a few friends willing signed up to do what they could do for their country. There he discovered a new passion, skydiving. So obviously he became a paratrooper. But his army career fell short at only three years after a tragic car accident, leaving half his ear behind and back pain that lasted his whole life.
He hitchhiked out to where he would call home permanently, California. There he got a job as a cross country trucker. Dennis' first sales job was selling bumpers out of his Chevy Luv pickup truck. More doors opened and he started selling tow trucks.
Years later and three out of four children born,he wanted more for his family so he decided to move to the Mountain town of Ramona near San Diego.
In 1979 Dennis started selling Weld Built tow trucks. He was a fixture in the Southern California market for over 30 years.Over the years he worked for a few other tow truck distributors until he joined Miller Industries as a sales manager for California.
In 2005 he left the industry for 2 years. He then came back into the industry as a salesperson for Competition Wheelift in Rancho Dominquez, Ca.
Dennis went through a lot of personal hardship primarily due to a drinking problem. In the last couple of years he tried hard to turn that around and restore relations with others who were affected.
It was healing to many of us to see the qualities of greater love, generosity, and unselfishness return which we admired and esteemed in him.
Dennis had a big heart and a big presence. He often flowed with positive energy and had a noticeable bounce in his step. His children were his pride and joy.
Dennis recently rededicated his life to Jesus and made many positive changes in his life. We know he is now at peace.
The tow operator stood and faced his Maker, which must always come to air.
He hoped his chains were left behind and he hadn't brought them on to bare.
"Step forward now, wrecker driver how shall I deal with you?"
Have you always rendered aid? To your Maker, have you been true?
The tower, with dirt on his hands, said "No sir, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who drive wreckers can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays and at times my talk was rough,
and sometimes I've taken people cars, because life is just that tough.
But I never took a penny, that wasn't mine to keep.
Though I logged a lot of hours when the bills just got too deep.
And I never passed by a cry for help though at times I had little to gain,
and sometimes, please forgive me, I could do little more than feel their pain.
I know I don't deserve a place among the people here.
They only wanted me around in their worst of moments there.
But if you have a place for me here, well...it need not be too grand.
I never expected or had too much so if you don't...I'll understand."
There was silence all around the room where the saints respectfully stood.
As the tow operator waited quietly, for the judgment...bad or good.
"Step forward now, wrecker driver, you've borne your burdens well.
Come tow on heaven streets, You've done your time in hell."
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