Brandon Zeppieri
On a cold rainy night he stood out against the wind trying to forget at least trying to pretend 
That he wasn't all alone he didn't have to carry that pain but he's loaded down like a lonely midnight train
He comes and he goes he's here and hes gone like a warm breeze that blows he's just carrying on
The storm is calming down and all the rain has passed we're on to better weather looks like it's gonna last
He's fought his last fight there ain't no more to win we all have our struggles we all have our sins
He comes and he goes he's here and hes gone like a warm breeze that blows he's just carrying on

From the age of 2, Dylan was on skates.  His skating skills were beyond amazing - he flew on the ice.  One of the times when we went skating with some friends at Motto McClean, a silly young man challenged him to a race.  I say "silly" because he had no idea who he was up against!  Dylan was 18 and the other guy was about the same age.  They cleared the ice, and the race was to be the length of the rink and back.  Dylan beat him by a long shot.  Not one to back down easily, the challenger wanted to go again - but backwords.  Dylan just said "what?" and then "ok".  He looked at me and just grinned.  Little did he know that Dylan was even faster backwards.  Dylan beat him by half a rink and didn't break a sweat.