shoulders of a retired firefighter who had grabbed his old gear to go search for the missing. i remember george standing line on the pimp s pitcher s mound preparing to throw the first pitch of the 2001 world series during that long season of heartbreak and healing. i remember a quiet visit with the family of the fallen. sharing their stories and their cheers. and i remember how steadfast and steady he was for 8 years. since we have been home i have added new memories. i see george lifting a brush to paint and refurbish a health clinic in zach bee awe, zimbabwe. i see him on a bike ride with wounded veterans when he hopped off his own bike and helped push a an army major who was peddleing