Pro football season is right around the corner and my anticipation is just as high as the next football honk. I can recall as a youth, my childhood heroe played for the San Diego Chargers. The years went by and finally got to meet him. It was during a celebrity golf tournament here in So Cal. I was able to mustard up the courage to approach this former athlete and convey this message. No later than two words spoken by me, that he ignored me and walked past me. It was crushing, even for a grown man. What this moment taught me, was a lesson that deep inside I already knew. My role models, are those adults that made a true and significant impact on my life as a youth. My Mother, raising five small children, because the father passed away at a young age. A Father, although for a short time, throwing the football with his son, after a very hard day at work An ant, who treated me as if I was her own, with love, compassion and firmness. A neighbor, who saw the need of 3 young boys to be steered clear of trouble. Always got the neighboor hood kids for a game of touch football. Makes me think of what my son is holding on as memories of me. Finally, there was a second encounter with my child hood heroe. It was at a restaurant and said to him, aren't you so and so? We spent a few minutes conversating about old times. He turned out to be a nice person.