As an international currency broker, Clive Thompson, who was known to almost everyone as Ian, did not fit the stodgy profile of high finance. Among fellow volunteers on the first-aid squad in his hometown, Summit, N.J., he was one of the guys, just more fun than most.
“He would make himself the fall guy, ” said Daniel MacMahon, a friend and fellow volunteer, who recalled Mr. Thompson’s being thrown into a swimming pool, and stepping up to be the target of water balloons, at Fourth of July picnics.
“He was a magical person,” said Mr. Thompson’s wife, Lucy, with whom he immigrated to New York in 1992 from southern England, bringing a zest for work, friends, food and good wine. “He was living in the fast lane, and always thinking of other people, not himself.”
Mr. Thompson, 43, worked pressure-laden hours at Euro Brokers, but by starting at 5 a.m., he managed to retain afternoons for other interests. There were the carpet-cleaning company that he founded, his volunteer work as an emergency medical technician and the meals he prepared for his wife and children, Ella, 13, and Rachel, 10.
He had “so many worlds that did not collide,” his wife said. Mr. MacMahon put it differently: “Ian was a Renaissance man.”