I can recall playing catch in our front yard when I was around 12 or 13 years old. We lived at the bottom of a hill and I looked to see a car rolling down the hill. Some kids up the street were in their parents car and had accidentally released the parking brake. I ran into our garage and told dad there was a car rolling down the street. Without hesitation he came out of the garage, ran across the yard and street in front of the car to the driver side, opened the door, climbed in the car and activated the emergency brake while holding his arm up to keep the young child that was still in the back seat from coming forward into the windshield. No one ended up hurt and the car upon stopping lurched forward and barely touched another neighbors car on the street but caused no damaged. I remember being amazed at how fast he reacted, how fast he could run, and how selfless of an act this was. That is one of the reasons among countless others that dad is my hero and greatest role model