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David Hancock: It?s hard to put a name to anything, but they?d probably have to be my parents, my bride and my kids because they put up with me, but, if I wanted to split it out a little bit more than that, it would have to be others who strive to do and live right, because I get a lot of encouragement and power for what I do by seeing others living their lives right, running their businesses right, and doing their things right.

I think it takes a lot of courage to share it with the world. So, those would be the heroes for me.

Frank Garon: I guess honestly the other two people that have been in my life that I would consider heroes are two kids I went to school with. One kid Algal Shaskee sat in front of me in home room all the way up until he either died in Junior High or High School and I can’t remember now.

He went through cancer and chemo and being different from all the other kids, being sick and missing classes, while he should have been listening to Van Halen?s first album and playing hockey, this probably was about 1980 or so.

While he should have been doing that and celebrating life, he was facing death, and he did it with dignity, and courage, and helping other people understand what it was that he was going through. He taught me how to be happy even when things were absolutely without fail going to go bad.

There is no getting out of this. You’re sunk, and yet you can still be happy. You can still laugh, still have some sort of spirit and zest for life inside your heart. The same thing with my friend Stu. When they closed my school in fourth grade and shipped us across town to the other school in fifth grade, Stu was the kid that welcomed us and made us ? we were the Hill Toppers and they were sort of like the Kennedy Park kids.

Those were the different neighborhoods. He was the one kid out of the class of thirty that made the ten of us that were transferred feel welcome. He was very friendly, very good kid. His mom and my mom were the class moms in fifth grade and all.

Then, later in life, he got either meningitis or encephalitis. I forgot which one it was but they had to do brain surgery. They took the top of his skull off to work on him and relieve pressure and everything else.

He was never right after that and most people disowned him because he had a head injury, short to anger, didn?t always make good judgments, and didn?t take care of himself.

Deep down he was the same kid. He also taught me courage and dignity because he kept on going. He forged new friendships. He had dreams and interests and plans for life even though, unfortunately, it didn?t work out that way and he died in his early twenties.

He taught me kindness, and courage, and the simple fact of treating people right was the correct thing to do. So my grandma and those two school kids taught me more about life than probably most everybody else ever has.

David Hancock: It’s hard to put a name to anything, but they’d probably have to be my parents, my bride and my kids because they put up with me, but, if I wanted to split it out a little bit more than that, it would have to be others who strive to do and live right, because I get a lot of encouragement and power for what I do by seeing others living their lives right, running their businesses right, and doing their things right.

I think it takes a lot of courage to share it with the world. So, those would be the heroes for me.

Frank Garon: I guess honestly the other two people that have been in my life that I would consider heroes are two kids I went to school with. One kid Algal Shaskee sat in front of me in home room all the way up until he either died in Junior High or High School and I can’t remember now.

He went through cancer and chemo and being different from all the other kids, being sick and missing classes, while he should have been listening to Van Halen’s first album and playing hockey, this probably was about 1980 or so.

While he should have been doing that and celebrating life, he was facing death, and he did it with dignity, and courage, and helping other people understand what it was that he was going through. He taught me how to be happy even when things were absolutely without fail going to go bad.

There is no getting out of this. You’re sunk, and yet you can still be happy. You can still laugh, still have some sort of spirit and zest for life inside your heart. The same thing with my friend Stu. When they closed my school in fourth grade and shipped us across town to the other school in fifth grade, Stu was the kid that welcomed us and made us – we were the Hill Toppers and they were sort of like the Kennedy Park kids.

Those were the different neighborhoods. He was the one kid out of the class of thirty that made the ten of us that were transferred feel welcome. He was very friendly, very good kid. His mom and my mom were the class moms in fifth grade and all.

Then, later in life, he got either meningitis or encephalitis. I forgot which one it was but they had to do brain surgery. They took the top of his skull off to work on him and relieve pressure and everything else.

He was never right after that and most people disowned him because he had a head injury, short to anger, didn’t always make good judgments, and didn’t take care of himself.

Deep down he was the same kid. He also taught me courage and dignity because he kept on going. He forged new friendships. He had dreams and interests and plans for life even though, unfortunately, it didn’t work out that way and he died in his early twenties.

He taught me kindness, and courage, and the simple fact of treating people right was the correct thing to do. So my grandma and those two school kids taught me more about life than probably most everybody else ever has.