Jeffrey Denning has jumped head first from a three-story building, been chased by a raging bull at the rodeo, and visited every major city in America.
He has given CPR, helped deliver babies, and wore socks and flip flops on national TV. He injured his knee, once when cliff jumping at Lake Powell, then again Nordic ski jumping at the Olympic Training Center in Lake Placid, New York.
He stopped a man from lighting himself on fire, led horse riding expeditions in the Colorado Rockies, and was followed by a truck full of terrorists carrying AK-47s in the Gaza Strip. He’s been knocked unconscious for over two hours, signed classified government documents, and won burping contests as a kid.
He has sneaked loaded guns onto commercial airplanes, had a mouse crawl up his pant leg, and at one time in his life, sported a mullet (with no front teeth). He has protected celebrities, negotiated with people wanting to kill themselves, and stood so close to a nuclear fuel pool that he could have gone for a swim.
He’s been hugged by strangers, watched people die, and cried more than once while attempting to sing the national anthem. He has bit a dog’s ear, published books, and nearly fell off a 1,000-foot cliff. He is blessed to have Asian, Polynesian, African American, and half-Hispanic cousins, nephews and nieces.
He and his wife have raised five noisy chickens, three turtles, two furry dogs, and several fish they didn’t eat. They have two refrigerators, six kids (four of which are girls), and several well-oiled guns.