At age 8 or 9, I heard a meteor shower was going to be visible after midnight. My Dad woke up at 5 am to commute to work, but he still took me to a park that night. I gazed at the sky for an hour and a half, but didn't see a single meteor. "Have you seen any shooting stars?" my Dad asked. I told a white lie, "Yes, I think I saw one." I didn't want him to think he took time out of his busy schedule for nothing. I'm not sure he believed me. Looking back on that moment and my Dad's life, I realize I was in fact telling the truth - there was a shooting star with me the entire time, and he was more brilliant than anything I've ever seen.