The first time I met Danny was when I was checking the mail one night, and every time I went outside he would tell me hi and ask me how my night/day was. He was sweet and a nice person. One day I was with my neighbor and she was talking to him and I started talking to him. It became an every night thing just to tall to someone. My mom became friends with him and he became my mentor. I was in a cadet program with the police, and he always told me that I would do good and that we needed more female police officers and he encouraged me to do the best I could, no matter what it was. He would tell me stories about his family and he would help me when I was upset. He was never mad at me, and he would tell me that I was such an amazing person everyday and that I shouldn't commit suicide because I was loved. We were like this for pretty much four years. We would talk all the time, he was like my mentor, my big brother, a best friend.
Danny was the type of person that you would bend backwards over for because of the type of person he was. We weren't supposed to be personal with him but it was hard. I remember one night he was hungry and he didn't have any money so I got him cookies and a few sodas and bought them to him and he was smiling so hard, we were his family. And he was mine. One night, my brother had just gotten a toy gun and he brought it outside, and Danny had taken it and was playing Call Of Duty style, crouching on the ground walking with the gun pretending to shoot random things in the air. I never laughed so hard in my life, he knew how to treat children and he protected us. Out of everyone, I was the closest to him, and shared more with him than anyone else. He was my hero.
