He looked over his shoulder
For athletes at their games,
Men and women in a dance
Moving their sweet limbs
Quick, quick, to music,
But there on the shining shield
His hands had set no dancing-floor
But a weed-choked field.

A ragged urchin, aimless and alone,
Loitered about that vacancy; a bird
Flew up to safety from his well-aimed stone:

To an observer, they had it all. A golden couple basking in the glow of their love and the high-profile lifestyle of a professional athlete. Nothing could keep them apart…not their very different backgrounds–Caryn Stevens, the only child of a business titan, and Jerry Chadwick, one of two sons of a blue-collar family, who gladly traded a chance at education for the opportunity to play professional hockey. Not the disapproval of her parents.