This is Cooper Stock’s Way.
We are a non-profit organization set up in memory of Cooper Dean Stock, who was killed at age 9 on January 10, 2014 by a reckless taxi driver in New York City. We hope to prevent other families from experiencing the pain we feel every day.
First, get to know Coop…
A school is to be built in Cooper’s memory in Guinea, Africa.
In 2012 Cooper met Toure, a fitness instructor and personal trainer at the JCC in Manhattan.
They hit it off immediately and quickly formed a special friendship.
Toure was born in the village of Thiewa, Beyla (pictured below). He came to New York City not knowing a word of English, determined to make money to help his family and the people of his country.
Plans have been drawn up to build a new ‘state of the art’ school to replace the one seen below. Children from Thiewa as well as many other nearby villages will now receive a proper education. A fully equipped building will bring them desperately needed first world amenities.
Just having the proper plumbing to provide clean water to the community will have a huge impact on the lives of the townspeople. Toure says the possibilities for change the school will bring are limitless.
The school will be named in honor of Cooper, a child whose legacy of kindness and joy is already far reaching. Through generous donations, Cooper’s tragic death will enable us to provide the funds needed to help Toure fulfill his dream.
You can donate to the school by clicking here.
Stay tuned for more updates to come…And thank you so much for your support.
Here is a Brief Introduction to Coop’s Hoops…
Coop’s Hoops was founded in 2014 to honor the memory of Cooper Stock, whose passion for basketball and enjoying life was unequaled. We are dedicated to providing dozens of scholarships a year for boys and girls, ages 7 to 17, to attend the Walt Frazier Summer Basketball Camp. The week Cooper spent at the camp was one was of the best weeks of his life, according to him. In Cooper’s memory, it is our mission to provide a week of fun and learning for children who love basketball, regardless of their means.
TO READ MORE ABOUT COOP’S HOOPS, CLICK HERE.
If you would like to donate to Coop’s Hoops, please click HERE.
A Message from Cooper’s Mother
When my son Cooper Stock was born on August 9, 2004, the first thing the doctor said (after “It’s a boy!”) was that he came out “sunny side up.” Most babies are born with their heads facing down, but his was up. During his short but meaningful life here on earth, he truly embodied that sentiment.
Cooper was a kid who loved to laugh. He found humor in almost everything. He was very noisy and never sat still. He wanted to be a part of every conversation. A friend of mine said “he was the life of the party even when there wasn’t a party.”
People of all ages gravitated to him because he was comfortable with just about anyone. Whether you were young or old, Cooper had something to talk to you about. He loved babies and often asked to hold them. He was buddies with the doormen in our building as many of them shared his love of sports. First, he loved baseball, but then I could see him gravitate toward basketball, because it was fast. Lots of movement, lots of energy. Just like him.
As a family we spent a lot of time listening to music at home and in our car. The first song that Cooper went crazy over was “Snow (hey, oh)” by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. He must have made us listen to it over a million times. He loved the Beatles. He wanted to understand everything in the greatest of detail. For example, what happened when Eric Clapton fell in love with George Harrison’s wife? Did they remain friends, what happened to the wife, etc.
Every night when Cooper went to bed, we would listen to music together. He was my “Goodie Guy” and I was his “Mother Hen.” Cooper’s favorite song was “Little Wing” by Jimi Hendrix. He would choose the songs from my iPod that he knew I loved. Cooper was excellent at the art of stalling. When it was time for bed and I said “One last song…” he inevitably chose the longest song that there was on my iPod. He would look at me with a smile, both of us knowing what he was up to.
He absolutely loved chocolate. If he could have it for every meal he would have. Every night he would say to me in the sweetest voice, “What about the dessert menu?” Cooper believed that a person should have dessert after every meal, no matter what. He would have made it a law if he could have.
What I will always remember about my son was his search for the truth. He wanted to understand how things happened and why. When I had to tell him that there are certain things we just have no answers for, he was indignant. There will never be a satisfactory explanation as to why Cooper died so young. But I know that he would have demanded to know the truth. And the truth is that we live in a society where reckless driving kills children (and adults) at an astonishing rate.
Putting out this message is my calling. Cooper would have expected me to make sure that his life had meaning and this is how I can do so. I will continue to devote my time to working on eradicating this terrible epidemic. Through education and action, I know changes can be made in honor of Cooper. His death will mean that many others will live.
With your help, I plan to keep Cooper’s legacy alive.
Read an article here that Dana wrote about accountability for taxi drivers.