My Uncle Jack was a rather unassuming man. He loved to fish, hunt, and watch the Dallas Cowboys on TV. I remember countless Sunday nights hanging out with his two children, and sharing a birthday cake with him on several occasions because we had the same birthday. He was a dedicated employee at Thomasville Furniture Industries, and enjoyed woodworking. A quilt rack and footstool he made for my family are among some of my most treasured possessions. But there was another layer to my Uncle Jack that I rarely got to see.