I've been thinking about possible life changing events that never happened. The first one occurred in a park up in the Oakland Hills, having a picnic with my wife Marci, and my little girl.

Becky wandered off and disappeared into a steep wooded canyon. Marci contacted the rangers and I went running into the ravine, screaming out her name. I searched for almost an hour and finally heard a soft cry for help.

I found her, huddled up in a ball in the middle of a sticker bush. We made it up to the main road and were met by vehicles and people ready to launch a search party.

The second event occurred at the marina in Monterey, CA. Riley was a young boy, and his mom, who had custody, let me take him down there for the day. We were hanging out on this sprawling wooden marina with friends, when he disappeared.

After we searched up and down the boardwalk for a long time, I was convinced he had been kidnapped. It was one of the worst moments in my life. All of a sudden he appeared, having wandered into a shop, where he had been looking around.

There is nothing more tragic than losing a child. Even when they're grown up, or living up the road.