Probably my greatest adventure was marrying a beautiful woman I happened to meet in Nashville, TN  – Mary Frances Carter.    The years we’ve been together, places we’ve lived, things we’ve done could easily become a very long book. --------  Saying "I Do" -------- BLANK BLANK There are also two special kids in our lives ... our son is named Denver (after the city), and our daughter is Molly (named after the unsinkable Molly Brown).   Denny is the athlete of the family, and Molly is an animal rights activist, among other things. Click here for FAMILY ALBUM ________________ There are times when being a Dad can be a lot scarier than jumping out of airplanes.  A few years back we lived in a small town in England called Gerrard's Cross.  Denny was 12-years old at the time and Molly was seven.  Each day after driving them to their school's bus stop, Frannie and I caught a train and the underground into London where we worked. One day we were running late.  And in order to meet the train on time, we let the kids out of the car across the road from their bus stop.  Molly didn’t like this idea and cried that she wanted to be taken directly to the bus as always.  I told her to stop being silly ... that mom would help her cross (Fulmer Rd). While I sat behind the steering wheel watching them, Denny dashed across during a break in the traffic - but, Molly’s shorter legs prevented her from doing that, and continued holding her mom’s hand waiting for the next opportunity. When there was another break in traffic, Frannie said, "OK, you can go after this car" referring to one approaching from her RIGHT … Molly, however, was looking at a closer vehicle coming from her LEFT. On thinking this was the one her mom referred to, she broke away from Frannie’s grip after it passed and dashed into the street ... not knowing there was a vehicle from the RIGHT that was still coming. It seemed like TIME went into slow-motion for me at that moment ... I was able to analyze how fast Molly was running into the street, and in the rear-view mirror I could also see how fast the car was approaching from behind where I sat  AND SAW... the timing for CONTACT was perfect   and there was nothing I could do but shout!   After the car passed and screeched to a stop, Molly's hat came tumbling out from beneath it.  Frannie, in her panic, ran up to the driver and began beating on his windshield screaming, "You hit my little girl!"   Meanwhile, I was TRAPPED, unable to figure out how to release my seatbelt!   And I prayed ... "God, please don’t let this be true - what I’ve just seen!" At first we were unable to find Molly.  She had been thrown forward onto the front lawn of a nearby house. The driver was crying like the rest of us while neighbors called an ambulance. Doctors at the hospital had some initial concerns about a brain injury because Molly wouldn’t TALK at first.  A few hours later when she DID begin to speak, she used a lot of "baby talk" probably being in shock. Eventually everything returned to normal.  Miraculously,             She survived with only a big bruise. __________________________________________________ Denny & Molly at Trafalgar Square We're back in the U.S. now and Molly is grown up and a beautiful woman.  When I look at her, I think a lot about that morning in England ... and wonder if God was involved.  Did he hear my screaming prayer in the car?   Did he "catch" Molly and gently set her down on that lawn?   And I wonder why other kids die in similar circumstances. Every year we receive a Christmas card from David Tanner and his family in England.  He's a friend and usually includes a picture of his boys as they’ve grown over the years, and we send pictures of Molly to him .  Back to HOME page → Click BLANK ________________________________________ Now wanna see some X-rated stuff?   The small image at right has deliberately been reduced to protect the innocent.  It contains DIRTY pictures.      Click on it only if you're old enough ...   ________________________________________________________