When your Dad was about ten, there was a kid in his class that lost his folks. Kid stopped smiling, barely spoke, and for some reason, other kids in school were being so mean to him. So your father had lunch with this boy every single day for a whole year. And when springtime came, and the yearbook came out, your father gave the kid an entire page and the photos of his science fair project made him most likely to succeed. And then the boy finally smiled.