I didn’t know Mark Foo, only his name and of the legacy he left behind. I live in Cali, just a stone’s throw away from where Mark lost his life at Maverick’s. His name among the local surfer’s there is well-known and well-respected. Mark Foo must have been to the North Shore what Jay Moriarity was to the locals at Mavericks and to the surf community down the coast in his home town of Santa Cruz. Two soul surfers, born with an innate callng to ride the waves and to challenge the ocean. Predetermined at birth, it was their destiny. It’s eerie however, that the ocean the two loved and respected so much, became their predator and victor of their untimely demise. Perhaps, that too, was predetermined at birth and their destiny. But if you live your life, no mater how long or short it is, doing what you makes your heart sing, then you’ve lived a good life. Mark Foo is a legend and always will be…… although, somehow, I don’t think that would have mattered much to him. I think it was always about catching the ultimate wave. RIP Mark!