I had a nephew spending the summer working in town, and one of the best parts was telling him stories about his dad.
Apparently no one told him about when his dad played football -- and how in the last game of the season, between the only two undefeated teams left in the state, the other team tried three plays against Daniel's side of the field and ran every other play in the game the other way. Daniel's team won that game 32 to 0 with Dan stealing an interception out of the arms of a receiver in the end zone to stop the only score the other team almost made.
No one told him about the time Dan jumped into a fast running stream to save another kid's life (he was only eleven or so himself at the time). It was summer in Canada, so the water was at least forty degrees.
Or when Dan commuted to graduate school, how he carried a complete set of metric and english socket wrenches so that when he came upon people who were broken down he would be sure to have the tools he needed when he stopped to help.
Or the many hard and unfair things that both Dan and his first wife went through in their lives. They both overcame an awful lot.
Or that Daniel's profound dyslexia was not diagnosed until he was a senior in college. Academic support contacted him, hoping to help him before he flunked out. He sighed, explained it would have been nice if they had contacted him sooner, but he was about to graduate at the top of his class, so it was just a little late.
Seems his son did not know about his dad's undefeated regular season in wrestling either.
Anyway, there is an awful lot of good to say for Daniel, so I thought I'd say it, since it seems he never got around to saying it for himself.