I recently ran into the family of Malcolm James and it brought tears to my eyes.  I have to tell you – still, one of my proudest days of public service was purely accidental.  On Superbowl Sunday in 1997 I was driving and saw a splash.  For some reason, I felt the need to pull over and check it out.  To my dismay, 18-month-old Malcolm was face down in the water not breathing.  I pulled him out and his father came running.  Together we brought life back to his young son.  It is a memory that sticks with me and pushed me into service.

certificate of recognition