This is in honor of my younger brother Drew  who loved to particapate in the Special Olympics.  I remember the days were my family would go out and watch him particapate in these games.  Drew reminded me that life was not about materialistic things, but what a gift each and everyday was.  He always had a smile on his face even when he was having a bad day.  On May 2, 2004 it was the hardest day in our families life.  We lost a Great Friend, Brother, Son, Grandson, Cousin, and Nephew.  This is a day that we will never forget. 

     I just want to tell a little story.  The night of January 15, 2012,  I met a very special person at a friends house.  Her name was Stacey Flemming.  It came up in conversation that she worked with Special Olympics.  She said that they were going to do a Polar Plunge to raise money for the Special Olympics.  My wife and I were telling my story of my brother Drew and how he loved to particapate in the Special Olympics.  she asked me if I would like to be in the Polar Plunge.  I told her that I would do it in a heart beat.  While talking to her about the Polar Plunge she told me the date, February 11.  My wife and I looked at each other and Stacey asked what was wrong.  We told her that day was Drew's Brithday.  I believe this was Drew's way of reminding me of what the Special Olympics ment to him.