Then he pulled up the pants legs to show two prosthetics. He was the man who survived. The audience gasped. I listened to the rest of the story with g...reat attention. I had already spent more time getting over my injury than he had before he reenlisted and was jumping out of airplanes again.[True. You can look him up – it's an inspiring story. www.danabowman.com]Thereafter, after making some progress with the prosthetics, I brought them home. The next morning I strapped them on my legs and tried. He was the object of their affection, a well to do young man that made all the ladies swoon. He had lovely blue eyes, rich blonde hair and a dark complexion caused by the hours he spent in the sun. His hair was tussled by the windy conditions outside, and I gazed lovingly at my husband as he came toward my table. He looked at me with a fire in his eyes I hadn’t seen in weeks. I knew he had been through a lot the last few weeks, his illness had caused a kind of maternal feeling in me. I had. " Ben was just as puzzled as I was."Okay, Ben, I'm not sure of who all is coming, but that aircraft should be able to handle everyone. I have to make another call. See you in a few hours." Wait, Chuck, there's more. Lawton Monroe, the semi-retired federal judge is coming with us. You know him; he was the one who helped when you were locked up down here. Steve called him, and he's going with us to help out. His jurisdiction is anywhere in the U.S. as long as it has to do with a federal problem.". The thing is, the ‘du’ was coined by my friend Jorge who died several years ago at the hands of a drunk driver, and the moniker has stuck.”“Then Cirque du Steve it is.”The waitress brought our food and we began eating. Given our desire to get back to the hotel, we ate quickly and didn’t talk much, and once we finished eating, I paid the check and we hurried across the street to spend four hours in bed.August 18, 2000, Chicago, Illinois“What did you think, Jesse?” Cynthia asked as she snuggled.