The humidity of the midwestern summer evening wrapped around us like a wool shawl . . .

You may remember that one of my mantras to you boys was not “Be Careful” but instead “Face your Fears” . . .

When I looked up this big handsome hunk of a guy was coming toward me with purpose, a smile on his face . . .

The day my high school boyfriend, Jim, and I nearly drowned and the first time I felt deep, raw fear, was sunny and warm and promised to be a beautiful summer day . . .