The others tell me that one of Scott's nicknames is Fearless Leader. He's got the serious, no-nonsense look required for all principals and headmasters. He didn't talk to me much which is kind of off-putting when you meet a guy outside Madison Square Garden. I'd've ditched the meeting entirely if he hadn't been holding the hand of a little girl resplendent in pink. The way he looked at her reminded me of my uncle.
Uncle Ben took care of me when my parents died. He was my dad in all but name. He fought off street kids who bullied me when I walked to school. He helped me as much as possible with my homework. When I think about how much my uncle sacrificed to ensure my happiness and safety, I'm humbled and awed.
That's what I see in Scott's face.
That's how I know there's nothing to fear.