I was six years old at the time, and I didn't know the significance. I didn't know him, because we didn't meet until 1995 or 1996, but I am so thankful for that important May 10th.
The best way to tell you about Austin is to recount a story, from sometime during the latter half of college. I was home from school, and hanging out in the basement with my friend Sam. I don't really remember the context or why we were there, but Austin came bounding in to the room, holding my cell phone. The phone had been charging in my room two floors above, when Austin heard it ringing and sprinted downstairs so that I wouldn't miss a call. That is who Austin is. Eternally helpful, and just plain nice. (And a runner, obviously).
Happy 22, Austin.