This is a story about the compounded dividends from doing what's right, and it starts on a long-ago day where everything went wrong. Ken Hunt remembers it well, the day football died for him.
He went to shoot a small-gauge gun at a secluded levee with a couple of University of Miami teammates. An acquaintance was shooting a large-gauge gun as the players arrived.
This other student approached them. He was asked if he still had a bullet in the chamber. In checking, his gun went off. The powerful .45-caliber bullet bore through Hunt's leg, just above the ankle, from four feet away.