When he was six Daniel wanted to be a fireman. The neighbor's house had burned down one night and Daniel was mesmerized by the big red trucks, the flash of lights that shot the night through like a carnival ride. He tried hard to understand the orders shouting out of bullhorns, watched in awe the valiant efforts of the big orange licks of flame to survive.

When he was sixteen he still wanted to be a fireman. The idea of saving lives just added to the circus of excitement. His father wanted him to be in management, promised him a future there if he went to college.

Daniel went to college where his dreams died.