On a dreary January morning in 1965, Sister Madonna announced, “Who wants to read their story about their hero first?”

Don, the green-eyed twelve-year-old hunk in our class, immediately raised his hand and took center stage.

“My hero is my father,” he stated proudly.

Dead silence followed. The room then broke out in snickers and sneers. I sat in disbelief, shocked. Don was one of the really cool kids. He was a great athlete, straight-A student, and the undisputed leader of our class. How could he pick […]