I see him more clearly than I ever have before, and it’s both terrifying and overwhelming. I see the Saint who colored superheroes with a sick little boy in a hospital simply because he asked him to. I see the Saint who works his ass off every week on the ice just to be the best he can be. I see the Saint who gives his rare, real laugh when he’s ribbing the old mechanic he clearly loves and respects. I see the version of him that he hides from the world, and I want to reach out and hold on to it. Savor it.
