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.