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Number one and number two son.

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Charley Chan was a fictional character created by Earl Derr Biggers in 1923. The character was a Chinese-American detective who solved crimes with his intelligence and wisdom.

One of the most famous adaptations was the Charlie Chan film series, which started in 1931 and ended in 1949. I remember watching this series on TV, in black and white, when I was a kid.

The series featured Charlie Chan’s two sons, known as “number one son,” who alternately helped and distracted his father, in each of his murder cases, and “number two son,” who pretty-much did the same, but who was younger, hence the (perhaps not) unusual handle.

When my first son Eliot came along several years before Dan, he automatically inherited the “#1 Son” moniker, for obvious reasons. This, more or less, left the “#2 Son” sobriquet available. To my surprise, several years later, Dan picked up on it and sometimes wrote to me, signing himself “#2 Son”. I often wondered if he knew where it originally came from, so partly for his benefit, I wrote this post.

The numbers simply signify which son was born before the other. Nothing more. In that respect, Eliot and Dan couldn’t be closer together. But, in almost every other respect, for many years, they couldn’t have been further apart.

Eliot started his life as a very premie baby, born two months too early, deep in the bowels of a huge hospital in downtown St. Louis, in the U.S. of A. For the first three weeks of his life, we didn’t know whether he’d make it, or not, while Shirley was stuck in St. Joseph’s Hospital 50 miles away, with her own medical emergency, unable even to hold him.

A rocky start in most people’s book, I imagine. But Eliot would go on to grow and excel at everything academic, and set an impossibly high bar of achievement, as an older brother.

Dan the man

Daniel’s start in life was very different. Yes, he also arrived a month early, but now we were back in England, so he got to spend the first few weeks of his life snuggled in his mother’s arms, in rural Hampshire, demanding to be fed every two hours, day or night.

Dan was a restless baby, didn’t sleep much, and always gave you the impression, even at that age, he was frustrated and wanted to get on with life.

He was so different from the way Eliot had been as a baby. Perhaps it was the contrast that made it so noticeable.

At eleven months, Dan discovered he had legs that could propel him at high speed, so he decided to find out just how far and how fast. The answer was just like in Forrest Gump — he kept on runninG.

Dan, playing “full-contact” golf. A game he invented and perfected.

He ran through Kindergarten, through kids parties and picnics, through all his schooling, through all the sports and activities he excelled at, but dropped almost as suddenly as he started.

By the time he was eleven, Dan could run even faster backwards, than I could run forwards, trying to catch him.

As he grew older, he kept on running, now around Australia then Papua New Guinea, through friendships and painful relationships, broken ankles, and fractured collar bones, until, working as a tree surgeon, a fall from a really high tree, and a fractured femur, finally ‘took the slack out of his rope’, and forced him to slow down.

Eventually, he started walking again, and after walking through a three-year BA (Hons) IPhotography degree, cum laude, he walked a thousand miles around Spain; twice! Later, he spent three months in a Japanese monastery, so by this time, Dan’s life had changed in many ways, but I think it’s safe to say, it had slowed down quite a lot.

To chart Dan’s journey in life would take a whole website, which was not my intention. Later, I know I will be writing more about my amazing son Dan.

There is, however, one event that happened back in 2007 which would be remiss of me not to mention, and that’s when Dan and I decided it was time to do some father and son bonding.

We packed our bags onto my bike, and rode to the very north of Scotland, to a place called Cape Wrath. The weather was atrocious, but along the way, we discovered a log cabin where we could buy a fresh lobster dinner.

The cabin was located right beside a sea loch, Loch Eil, and the evening sun was glorious, as Dan and I finished the glorious lobster, then called for the Scotch and cigars.

Memories like that you never forget.

But the real point of this post is to let you know that, although life’s journey has been very different for number one and number two son, they have both become wonderful, intelligent human beings, full of compassion, sensitivity and humility.

A truly impressive and wonderful outcome, when you consider how different were their beginnings. And all the more remarkable because their individual path in life has brought each to his own ethical world-view.