My friend Mary Jane had just picked up her little boy from kindergarten. She was in a hurry, so she eased through a stop sign instead of coming to a complete stop. A city policeman saw it all and pulled her over. He was very abrupt and stern. She tried to offer a word of explanation but he interrupted and said, "I'm going back to my car and write you up." Mary Jane sat there seething with anger. She said out loud, "That turkey! That guy is an absolute turkey!" She forgot that her four-year-old son was listening. When the policeman returned and handed the ticket to her, this little voice from the back seat said, "He doesn't look like a turkey to me." Mary Jane was between a rock and a hard place. So was Daniel when we reconnect with him in chapter two of his book.

For those who were not he…