Emily Gold, 17, was a bright and talented young woman who won the hearts of audiences with her Los Osos High School dance team on America’s Got Talent.
Her grace, passion, and energy lit up the stage – but now, we are heartbroken to share the tragic news of her passing.
Emily Gold, a 17-year-old dancer from Los Osos High School and America’s Got Talent contestant, has tragically passed away. On Friday, September 13, Emily was found dead, as confirmed by the San Bernardino Coroner’s Office.
The Southern California teen, who recently competed on AGT with her dance team, died by suicide. California Highway Patrol Public Information Officer Rodrigo Jimenez said officers responded to the scene around 11:52 p.m.
“When officers arrived, they found a 17-year-old female who had been hit by a vehicle in the carpool lane on the eastbound 210 freeway,” Jimenez explained. “She was pronounced dead at the scene.”
Reports suggest that Emily may have jumped from an overpass and landed in the carpool lane in Rancho Cucamonga, California. Although her death is being treated as a suicide, no suicide note was found.
Earlier this year, Emily had captured millions of viewers’ attention with her high school dance team on America’s Got Talent, where the team made it to the quarterfinals.
Judge Simon Cowell was especially impressed by the performance of Emily Gold and her team on *America’s Got Talent*, praising the energy they brought to the stage.
“It was absolutely brilliant,” Cowell said during the show.
“What I loved was the energy. What I just saw is everything a great school should be doing – encouraging talent and friendship.”
He added, “It reminded me of watching *High School Musical* and thinking every kid should go to a school like that.”
After the performance, Emily spoke with *People* about the care and focus she put into each show.
“When I’m performing, I’m really thinking about all the corrections we get, even up to five minutes before going on stage. Applying those corrections is my biggest priority,” she said.
Following the tragic passing of Emily Gold, the Los Osos High School community is in shock. A fundraiser has been set up to support her family during this difficult time.
“With great sadness, we share that our Los Osos Grizzly, Emily Gold, has passed away,” the fundraiser statement said.
“As a community, let’s come together to support the Gold family. This money will go directly to them to help with expenses.”
Emily’s dance team also paid tribute to her on Instagram:
“It is with a heavy heart that we announce the passing of our beautiful, kind, and loving Emily Gold, Senior and Varsity Dance Captain. Emily embodied all of our team values with her strength, commitment, kindness, and compassion. She will be remembered as a leader, role model, friend, and sister to her teammates.”
Need a Pick-Me-Up? These Inspiring Stories Will Make Your Day Bright
Three people’s lives become connected through hope. From a boy’s lemonade stand to a grandmother’s special gift, see how acts of kindness and strong will can create life-changing results.
Life’s biggest changes often start with the smallest actions—a kind gesture, a cherished memory, or a simple dream pursued with effort. These three stories show how everyday moments can spark amazing transformations, reminding us that even in tough times, there is always a chance for light and hope.
Max’s Journey Home
Max had been living on the streets for as long as he could remember, though his memory wasn’t clear. His past was a blur, and all he had was the present: the cold pavement, the noise of the city, and a tattoo on his hand. This tattoo, with its intricate design, felt familiar but distant. It was the only connection to a life he had lost.
Despite his hard circumstances, Max never gave up. Each day, he wandered around asking people if they had any small jobs he could do. He wasn’t asking for charity, just work. “Anything you need? Just something for a meal,” he’d ask. Some people ignored him, others turned him away, but a few, noticing his sincerity, gave him jobs like sweeping or carrying groceries.
With the money he earned, Max bought clean clothes from thrift stores. Every Sunday, he made sure to look presentable enough to attend church. It wasn’t just about fitting in; it was about his faith. He believed that God hadn’t forgotten him.
One Sunday, something incredible happened. Max stood quietly in the back of the church as the priest began the service. Suddenly, a man in a sharp black suit walked in. His eyes landed on Max’s tattooed hand. The man’s expression changed to one of shock. He rolled up his sleeve to reveal the same tattoo on his own wrist. Rushing over to Max, the man said, “Max? Is that really you?”
Max looked up, confused. “Do I know you?”
The man smiled through tears. “Max, it’s me, Patrick! We went to school together. Remember our matching tattoos? We promised to stay friends.”
Max blinked, the name triggering a faint memory. “Patrick…” he murmured.
“That’s right!” Patrick replied. “We were like brothers. What happened to you? We lost touch after graduation.”
Max shook his head. “I don’t remember much. One day, I woke up, and everything was gone—my memory, my life. All I had was this tattoo.”
Patrick placed a hand on Max’s shoulder. “Well, that ends today. You’re coming with me. We’ll figure this out.”
Max hesitated, unsure. “I’ve been like this for so long. I wouldn’t know where to start.”
Patrick reassured him, “Start by coming home with me. You can stay with me until we figure things out. And don’t worry—my company could use someone with your work ethic. We’ll find you a role.”
For the first time in years, Max felt hope. “You’d do that for me?”
“Of course, Max. You’re family.”
After the service, Patrick took Max home. At Patrick’s apartment, Max was overwhelmed by the warmth and comfort. Patrick gave him fresh clothes and told him, “Take a shower, get cleaned up. Tomorrow, we’ll see a doctor about your memory.”
Max nodded, deeply grateful. “Thank you, Patrick. I don’t know how to repay you.”
Patrick smiled. “Just get better, Max. That’s all I want.”
Over the next few weeks, Max slowly rebuilt his life with Patrick’s help. He started working at Patrick’s company, and as his memory returned, so did his confidence. One evening, as they sat together, Max finally said, “I remember now. I remember who I am.”
Patrick smiled. “Welcome back, Max. It’s good to have you home.”
Max nodded, tears of joy in his eyes. “It’s good to be home.”
And with that, Max knew he had truly found his way back.
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