Where do I begin to tell of the most beautiful, giving, loving entity ... The Soul of MaRi? Her physical unchallengeable beauty was only subordinate to her soul's eternal magnificenttia. Daughter of Italian immigrants, was born a Scorpio at North Beach, in San Francisco, California, on November 15, 1914. In elementary school, MaRi became paralyzed from the neck down, rushed to the hospital; diagnosed as victim of spinal-monogynies, slipped into a coma for weeks and died. During her "Last Rights" the whaling and crying, MaRi's eyes opened, her body in perfect health. They called it a miracle. She said Saint Francis sent her back. In school, a classmate said, "What do you know you stupid WOP?" MaRi's fist tightened. She put him on the ground with one punch and bloody nose. Without a doubt, MaRi was a Roman Warrior and was quick to fight for her rights and of others. Her papa, one of the wealthiest men in California, moved the family to Santa Monica, California, where she attended school. They were selling chances for twenty-five cents. The winners would be one boy and one girl to sit in the rocking chair of Abraham Lincoln during the celebration of Lincoln's birthday. She ran all the way home to 22nd Street, "Please papa? I just know I'm gonna win!!" She won. Weeks before the event, MaRi developed a large boil infecting her left hip. The pain was unbearable. She hid her limp for weeks. Nothing was to keep her from rocking in Abraham Lincoln's chair. She made the event, then collapsed and was taken to Saint John's Hospital in Santa Monica, diagnosed with acute osteomyelitis caused by a large, malignant carbuncle that was spreading and eating into her hipbone. It could be fatal or crippling. They prepared for immediate surgery. Papa was at her side during the operation. They first had to remove the large tumor and the infected, pussy tissues that surrounded it, tie off the live tissues, and then start to work on the hipbone. Dr. Mortenson carefully chiseled and scraped the bone to remove all of the diseased parts. Close to death once again. MaRi spent weeks recovering at the hospital. Her smooth olive-tan skin, flawless, accept for the deep, huge scar she'd carried for life.
Her persona's eloquent beauty lit each room she entered. Some claim seeing an aura surrounding her. MaRi's school and exquisite ballroom dancing at Santa Monica Pier on the week-ends dancing with movie Producer Lionel West won her a movie contract with Fox Studios in the tenth grade. She loved the Santa Monica beach and so did photographers clicking her picture. She became star softball pitcher at high school. This is where "Run MaRi Run!" begins that challenges her to mount the insurmountable mountains of evil, pain and death before her, where she finds a love few have ever know.